Your whole body hurts, especially where your bones come into contact with the cold tile beneath you. You can hear someone wailing in the distance.
After groaning for a full minute, you manage to roll over and open one eye. It's f***ing bright and your head aches. Dozens of perfectly aligned arches allow sunlight to stream in through the tallest ceiling you've ever seen. The Hagia Sophia, f***ing beautiful. You reach for your flask---it's gone.
You pat your pockets---empty.
You feel your head--ouch. Blood.
"Looks like you've been enjoying yourself with the rest of the city's hedonists." To your right stands a robed figure with a black beard. You squint at him. "Come along," he says, offering a hand, "let's get you some water." The wailing in the distance grows louder.
