Ashes ashes, they all fall down

As Vincent slowly regained consciousness, his head throbbed with a dull ache. Blinking against the dim light filtering through the curtains, he found himself lying on a comfortable couch, unfamiliar surroundings enclosing him. Confusion gripped him as he tried to piece together the last memories he had.

Where... where am I? he muttered softly, his voice hoarse from disuse. He attempted to sit up, wincing as pain shot through his skull. Memories of a struggle, a fight, and then darkness flooded his mind, but the details remained frustratingly vague.

@Rosalie Rutherford