I woke up in a daze. Dizzy and motionless while shapeless figures move in a blur before my eyes. I wanted to focus on them. Know where the hell I am, but my hands were restrained and I can't rub my eyes clear.

I scream.

"Shut up, Snow," it was a foreign voice. One that I never talked to before.

"Who are you? And where am I?"

"Hell."

"What the--"

"Shut up, Snow."

"Where you the one who I was talking to?"

"Who? Grace? That girl is dead next to you."

Grace.

Oh my shit.

My best friend.