7

I see nothing but a red window curtain so thick that the little bit of light that pours out of it is immediately engulfed by the shadows.

"Have a seat." The voice appears to come from a wall, but that's just the darkness messing with me, the anxiety.

"I can't see a thing." I say.

"Have a seat right there." She says.

Slowly I bend my knees and lower myself, confused. There's a huge leather cushion under me, a bean bag type thing. I'm surprised I didn't trip over it coming in. My hands quickly make a home for themselves in creases that they hunt out while I think about what to say.