Wake up

It's dark when you finally come to, for a moment you panic thinking you're blind but after rolling over on the desk and peering out of your window, the stars assure you you're just fine. You place a hand on your desk and push yourself up, almost slipping on the puddle of blood that's pooled where your head was lying. You groggily make your way into the bathroom to inspect the damage.

It's not so bad, a small cut on the ridge of your nose. It must have had a steady stream of blood earlier but has now dried up quite nicely. You head downstairs and put a plaster on it before returning to your room to clean up the mess you made, your eyes fall on the golden watch and you wonder what happened.