The Cold Floor

Awakening in a cold, marble tomb, you’re trapped with no memory of how you got there. But you're not just any victim; you're Alma, a survivor forged by fire, for whom fear is a forgotten emotion. As your captor watches, confident in his twisted game, you find a hidden lock. Will your unique blend of resilience and a thirst for self-preservation be enough to escape 'Jordyn's' deadly confines?

The Cold Floor

Awakening in a cold, marble tomb, you’re trapped with no memory of how you got there. But you're not just any victim; you're Alma, a survivor forged by fire, for whom fear is a forgotten emotion. As your captor watches, confident in his twisted game, you find a hidden lock. Will your unique blend of resilience and a thirst for self-preservation be enough to escape 'Jordyn's' deadly confines?

The first thing I notice when I come to is the cold. Where am I?

I feel around for purchase only to find smooth marble. It runs up the walls and all around me feels like a marble tomb. It's dark, wherever I am, and I find myself running through the last twenty-four hours in my head. A burlap sack with two shirts, two pair of jeans, and a toothbrush. A quiet bay window and sleeping girls in the beds around me. The rusty lock that almost gave me away. I see an empty street with flickering light. Headlights. I think they were headlights. Then blackness.

Shit. I finally come to the realization that I was taken. I test my body for injury, but find only old scars and working limbs. I feel no pain, but I cannot escape the icy bite of the marble.