Mikkish' eyes flicked open to see a dark concrete ceiling. From what he remembered, he hadn't drank that much the night before. Even if he had, why was he here, of all places?

His head didn't ache as he rose to his feet. No hangover. What was going on here?

"Hello?" He shouted, his voice echoing. Maybe he had just stumbled here drunk the nigh before. Still strange. He reached in his pockets and found empty space in place of his cell phone and wallet. Fantastic. He would need to deal with that later, however. First priority was getting out of here.

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