ARIA'S POV
I woke up in a strange room. My mind was foggy due to the drug Evelyn gave me. Everything happened in a blur. Despite that, he lifted himself to a sitting position and looked around.
It was tastefully designed. The gold and black design gave it an aristocrat feel, each object or piece of furniture placed intentionally. It was obvious that it was done by a professional, yet the room itself was very cold, crossing luxury over comfort.
There were no pictures on the wall, or scattered clothing, or little things that proved that the actual person lives here. In all, it was a sad, beautiful room.
"You kept her in my room," I heard the voice murky around the door.
"Yes, it was Jones' idea. He said that you wouldn't mind, " a different voice responded, and a click of the door opening could be heard. I laid back down, pretending to be sleeping.