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Gabriel’s eyes fluttering open gave him no salvation in the place he was in. Something was wrong and it had nothing to do with the light feeling that the drugs had sedated him with. Nor the bustling of noises that impacted his ears like a fret train derailing. These eyes of his had recalled the dimness of his phone when the screen had went haywire and his conciousness had gone black. “Hello?”, he muttered. Freaking out was a thought when the blinking assured him he was awake. Yet the ominous murky surroundings had no light to them and everything was so much louder that processing it all at once was torturous in its own right. Perhaps drawing attention to himself was stupid and his head twisted to attention at the movement of curtains.