My name is Riley Wolfe. At least that’s the name on the driver’s license with my picture on it that I found in the wallet in the jacket lying near me when I woke. I was naked, filthy, and covered in what looked like dried blood, in the middle of the park. Thankfully, it was still pre-dawn, so no one had come across my unconscious and vulnerable self.
There was also a note in the wallet with an address and a key. The cabbie hadn’t really asked questions, and for that I am unbelievably thankful. When he dropped me off in front of the dilapidated two-story house, I paid him with the small amount of cash that had been shoved haphazardly into the breast pocket of the jacket.
I took a deep breath and let out a shaky sigh, looking around the area. I climbed the steps to the door and tried the key. It didn’t work. Wouldn’t that just be my fucking luck? So I knocked, hoping whoever lived here knew me, and could help me get some questions answered.
There was also a note in the wallet with an address and a key. The cabbie hadn’t really asked questions, and for that I am unbelievably thankful. When he dropped me off in front of the dilapidated two-story house, I paid him with the small amount of cash that had been shoved haphazardly into the breast pocket of the jacket.
I took a deep breath and let out a shaky sigh, looking around the area. I climbed the steps to the door and tried the key. It didn’t work. Wouldn’t that just be my fucking luck? So I knocked, hoping whoever lived here knew me, and could help me get some questions answered.