C198 Vanishing memory

"…"

Walter opened his sore eyes again in the haze: only the white light on the ceiling, the reflexively tight hand covering his stinging eyes, the feeling of struggling to lift his limp body against the throbbing headaches — and now he found himself alone in a closed-in cell.

"My head, what the hell is this place?"

Then he suddenly felt as if something in the room was watching him