Jessie massages his wrists as soon as the shackles fall unto the floor. His wrists were slightly red, irritated from the sudden release of the grasp. He contemplated whether he should yield the information to this unknown man. The chill of the night air brushed enveloped his wrists.

[i]I don't even know his name.[/i] He thought to himself.
Cautious, Jessie replies to the man's inquires reluctantly.

"I was in a fight with a monster. I killed her, then I passed out." A moment of silence passes. "What do you want with me? Where am I?"