Sylvia's POV:
I looked around and saw all kinds of things stuffed in the old equipment room. The doors and windows were sealed. It was winter, but I still felt stuffy.
I tried wriggling out of the rope, but it was secured tightly around my wrists.
I struggled up to my feet and leaned against the wooden frame behind me. My head began to spin, and I wiped the sweat on my forehead with the back of my palm. It felt weird. I couldn't tell why I was sweating.
"Warren, help me!" I shouted.
However, he didn't respond and didn't bother to even look at me. His eyes looked gloomy -- as if he were lost in thought. Blood continued to drip from the horrifying wound on his head.
All of a sudden, Warren smashed the iron door with his fists. The door vibrated, letting out a loud buzz that sounded like a tragic warning.
"Warren?" His sudden reaction startled me. Before I could figure out what was going on, he turned around and trudged toward me slowly but steadily. I glanced at his wound and saw that blood was still oozing out. It looked like a serious injury.
"Does your wound hurt? What the hell happened? Who hurt you?" I tried standing up, but my legs gave away, and I fell on the hard concrete. That was when I realized my legs were also tied. Warren continued to walk toward me without saying anything.
The place looked weird, and so was warren. Everything about the current situation made me uncomfortable.
Before I could react, Warren was already close to me. My body grew tense when I saw the blue veins stand out on his bare arms, and his usual sober eyes were red.
"Warren? Are you okay? Say something! What the hell is going on?! Let's get out of this place first!" I stared at Warren and sensed that something was wrong with him.
I felt nervous to see him acting weird, so I had to find a way to save myself.
I twisted my wrists to loosen the rope. The friction tore my flesh, and blood oozed out, but the rope was still strong.
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