A story

You wake up on a scratchy straw bed. There are bandages wrapped around your torso.

Looking around, you see that you are in a rickety shack of some sort. The floor is dirt and the walls are made of rotten wood. A stack of various pots and pans sits in the corner. In the other corner is a pile of candles, many of which have almost been burnt down to nothing.

There is a bowl of water next to you.