Nothing worse than waking up with a hangover. Though as I grab at my head the thing that strikes me the most odd about it all is that not only do I not remember not having a single drink the past week but I don’t even seem to be anywhere that is even remotely familiar. I reach up to my head and groan, trying to put my mind to the task of figuring out what happened. I honestly cannot remember anything. I vaguely recall going out to see some event or other in the town. Possibly a movie with some friends, though I don’t remember what that would have been.

I sit up, rubbing against my temples to try and quell the headache as I try to look around. There is a massive amount of dizziness in the act and one of my arms immediately shoots back down to stabilize myself and keep me from simply falling over. I seem to be in some sort of weird, almost warehouse like area. I’ve never seen it before but there are tons of crates and boxes all over the place, including a stack that leads upwards to who knows where.

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