Your head throbs.

It's pitch black, you can't see a thing.

You open your eyes.

That's better. Your head still hurts, though.

You pick yourself up off a small bed and walk unsteadily over to a mirrored vanity. An attractive young woman with long raven-black hair stares back at you.

Your heart skips a beat. "That...that's not me," you think.

"Is it?"

The room spins, your vision blurs, but you manage to stumble back into bed. "Where am I?", you say aloud.

"Who am I??"