@ofscarsandmobs gets a plotted starter
The night was a blur after he had gotten off the stage after the band had finished performing at the small venue. The man was unfamiliar that he had met backstage as they were loading things back into the van. But he had seemed nice enough. Drinks were poured at a bar not far from the hotel he was supposed to be at, ready to hit the road the next day. From there, it went black.
Much like his currently dreary surroundings as lavender eyes flickered open, his head splitting. It was dark, but he could feel stone against his back and when he reached out, he could feel brick of a wall.
Malik sat up, pinching his nose as he tried to gain his bearings and try to look around. There was a dim light across the large room that seemed to frame a door. And after he had gotten up and strolled over to it, bronze fingers wrapped around the knob and tried to turn it.
It was locked.
“Hello?” He called out as he knocked on the door. “Door’s stuck. Can someone let me out?”
