Open your eyes...
The gondola creaks and sways as the water gently splashes against the hull. It's peaceful here... too peaceful, and as you open your eyes to blackness a bitter, icy cold comes over you. You blink, regaining your focus as you try to find something, anything around you. A figure cloaked in rags is at the helm, sweeping its oar through the water. Beyond the gondolier is a jagged stone coast, two red dots flickering, the other faded behind the mist.
Where are you, why are you here, and most importantly, what comes next?
