When I woke up, I found myself in a hospital room, unable to move, my hands and feet bound with yellowed restraints.
The room was full of patients in hospital gowns, every one of them looking more than a little unstable...
There were nine rooms in the ward, and only the patients in Room One were allowed to contact the outside world.
Getting transferred to Room One was no easy task.
Here, every three days, there was a chance to switch rooms. Someone died every time.
Except it seemed that, apart from me, no one remembered the people who had died.
