CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHTY ISOLATED LAIR

~MAE~ I slowly opened my eyes, groggily taking in the unfamiliar room and I blinked repeatedly, slowly booting like a computer that just got repaired.. “Why does this smell like smoke from a cigar stick?” I thought, sniffing the pungent smell in the air that's making my head spin. I remained in the same position for minutes, trying to fill my blank head with memories. My eyes slowly widened as the memories finally began rushing in.. I fell and hit my head! Although the memory felt so recent, it was as if the hit happened just now. I breathed heavily in realization, raising my hand to my head to confirm the bandage whose wrapping I could feel on my head. “Don't keep me waiting, we should go home now” I heard a familiar voice say beside me and I sat up immediately. I turned to see Frank seated by my side but I couldn't talk because of the effects which the cigar in the middle of his fingers gave. I coughed repeatedly, covering my nose and trying not to inhale the smoke. “Stop..