N. Argent

She wakes up to a ceiling.

The smell of earth and wood, the sounds of nature, and the comfort of a bed.

And to a color she had never seen before.

Not to nothing...

She isn't supposed to be alive.

"What..."


(This novel is very confused on whether it is a fantasy, or a sci-fi... But it sure does love film noir and it's sub genres.) ♤