The Tournament
Jacob Ames
How the Hell did I get here?
<Tab/>I woke up in the corner of a small, dark room. It was pitch black. I could see nothing. My head was throbbing, and I was very tired. I was propped up, sitting in the corner. The walls were made of stone. I checked my body for any kind of wounds. I felt a large cut on my head. I could feel the blood. I wasn't too bad though. I'd survive.
I got up and felt my way around the room on my hands and knees until I can upon what felt like another man's shoe. I picked it up. There was another person in this room. I checke…
