Hell Weekend Start

Lee Seng woke up shivering. He was propped up against a wall. He glanced around and noticed it was about sunrise. He was sitting in a dilapidated house with an assortment of crap all over the floors. The house had signs of wear and tear from what Lee Seng managed to take in before his head began to pulse.

"Argh!" Lee Seng grabbed his head. He shut his eyes. His eyes felt like they were going to pop out of his head. His ears rang and the headache grew stronger. He groaned as he rubbed the middle of his forehead and nose. A microphone screeched and Lee Seng curled his tail and covered his ears. Someone cleared their throat before the began to speak.