Vol.2: Sam

Samuel Mckinsey (Formerly known as Two)

Sam could not identify where he is. He's in a seemingly harmless room. With seemingly harmless candle. And a seemingly harmless window that looks out to a run down city. The first thing he thought strange is the smell. 

It smells charred woods and burnt flesh. He examined his room. Except for the bed he slept in, there's practically no more furniture inside. He padded his clothes. Clean. A plain white shirt and a gym shorts. Paired with tennis shorts. He remembered this is not the clothes he wore last time. 

Did someone changed him? Who would? He raise his arms and smell his underarms. He doesn't smell. Strange. There's no wind coming inside the room. Since he tends to sweat, body odors can't be prevented.