“我靠……”脑子里自动冒出这么句脏话，我猛地坐起来，额头突突直跳，跟揣了俩兔子似的。这破脑袋里是咋回事？昨日山里那档子事，现在回想起来全TM是雾里看花。环顾四周，是个陌生的房间。灰扑扑的墙壁，蒙着一层灰，窗户上糊着旧报纸，透进来的光线昏暗得能滴出水来。

“操……”我 deepen the curse under my breath, rubbing my temples and trying to figure out where the hell I was. It wasn't my apartment, not in a million years. The clutter, the peeling paint, the general air of disuse radiating from every corner screamed 'neglected rental' or 'least favorite relative’s house'.

My eyes drifted to the nightstand, where a half-empty glass of water and a single, cheap aspirin lay. Classic. Someone thought I’d need painkillers, obviously having bought them with the assumption I’d somehow ended up in a hospital or something equally 'normal'. I snorted, the sound loud in the dim room. Not hospital material. More like 'lost in the woods, contemplating the meaning of life or just passing out' material.

Wait. Lost in the woods. Hadn’t I eaten some weird-ass mushroom up there?