Dungeon of the Rat King

Your head pounding, you wake up in this stone cell, hands tied with rope. Looking around, you get a better view of the cell. It's fairly small, a small window with a few bars over it. There's a small note here, with a paperweight holding it down. The door to your cell is loose in its frame, barely holding onto the door frame by two rusted hinges.

You're wearing the same clothing as last night, minus your knife.