She didn't know how she got here.

Anya stirred, her eyelids fluttering open to reveal a dimly lit room. Her head throbbed, a dull ache that pulsed in time with her rapid heartbeat. As her vision cleared, she realized she was in a strange place. The walls were adorned with unfamiliar paintings, their subjects shrouded in shadows. A soft, ethereal glow emanated from the ceiling, casting long, dancing shadows across the floor.

Anya tried to sit up, but her body ached, as if she'd been in a terrible accident. She looked around, her eyes scanning the room for any clues. There was a small bedside table with a glass of water and a single, unlabeled pill. She tried to recall the events of the previous day, but her mind was a blank slate. She couldn't remember leaving her apartment, much less waking up in this strange place.

A sense of panic washed over her. Where was she? How had she gotten here? Was she safe? As she tried to stand, a faint noise came from the other side of the door. It sounded like someone was talking. She hesitated, unsure of what to do.

Gathering her courage, Anya slowly opened the door. She found herself in a long, dimly lit hallway. At the end of the hall was a large, double door. Mustering her strength, Anya walked towards it. As she reached out to push the door open, a voice called out from behind her.

"Anya?" A woman's voice, soft and soothing. Anya turned to see a woman standing in the doorway of a nearby room. She was tall and slender, with long, flowing hair. Her eyes held a gentle kindness that made Anya feel a bit less alone.

"Who are you?" Anya asked, her voice trembling.

The woman smiled. "I'm Sarah. I found you here, unconscious. You've been out for a while."

Anya felt a wave of relief. At least she wasn't alone. As Sarah led her to her room, Anya couldn't help but wonder how she had ended up in this strange place. She knew she had to find out, but for now, she was just grateful for the comfort and safety that Sarah offered her.