Tring Tring... The time is now 4 A.M
Alarm woke John up, as he was lying in his cart. He open his eyes in a half sleep; an old fan in the ceiling revolving clockwise. It makes some distress sound. He feels discomfort to his surprise, his both hands and legs are tied up with his bed. He tries to free himself but can't unwrap it. A stream of blood flowing on the floor. He panicked, drenched heavily and screamed for help.
