It was still dark when you woke up. As your groggy eyes cleared, your head aching, your location became clear.
It was a little room, with non discript decor. You body ached terribly, your limbs numb from the cold. You rub your chest, a sharp pain gently fading away. You also then realise you are shirtless. You scan the room for something, it only find a bathrobe lying on a chair. You put it on, and then headed towards the door.
Just then older woman abruptly came into the room through that door.
“My dear, why are you up this early?” She says, shining a torch in your family face.
You groan, and reply “Where is my shirt? Why am I here!?”
“Keep your voice down. You were too tired to remain awake, so I gave you my spare room to rest. You clothes are filthy so I removed your shirt to clean. Please you are tired. Rest up so you can be ready for the big day!”
There was a long silence.
“Big day?” You reply.
The old woman nodded.
“It’s time to meet someone very special. Your real father...”