*Angel's PoV*

"Where am I?" I mumbled to myself, bringing one small hand to my aching head. I brought myself up into a sitting position, shivering at the cold concrete floor. I slowly looked around. I was in what appeared to be some kind of basement, completely empty except for a plain bed. I scrambled up and over to the door, frantically twisting the knob, but it was locked. Where the hell am I? How did this happen? I winced, my head throbbing painfully.

I heard footsteps outside the door, causing me to let out a soft gasp. I frantically searched the room for somewhere to hide, but the only thing in the whole room was the bed. I whirled around with wide eyes as the door unlocked with a click, and then slowly slid open. And what I saw was probably the last thing on Earth that I expected.

He was tall, nearly a foot taller than me by the looks of it. His neck tattoos peaked out from under his black Tshirt, and his right arm was covered with a full sleeve of the artwork. His soft brown eyes swept over me, as if slowly taking inventory. He smiled at me, a smile that I recognized from music videos, from interviews, from a poster hanging on my own bedroom wall.

Austin Carlile was smiling at me like we were best buddies. "I'm glad you're finally up. You've been unconscious for a couple days." I felt my eyes grow wide with confusion and anxiety. Days?! What the --?

"You're Austin Carlile." I stated, confused. "Where am I? Why am I here? What's going on?" My breath hitched like it always does when I have my panic attacks. I struggled to regulate my breathing, not wanting him to realize how scared I was.

"Where isn't important." He assured me soothingly. "And as for why, you'll find that out later."

I was about to answer, but I was unable to stop my breath from quickly turning into short gasps. Black spots swarmed my vision, and within seconds I was enveloped in darkness.