Awakening

I've no clue where I am. This place is so dark and... cold. I've many wounds on my body but I can't remember anything about.

I feel sick. It's cold here, wherever I am.

I'm wearing clothes I can't recognize as mine and a belt with some little scissors in a side pocket. And a sketchbook. I'm writing down something trying to remeber about my past. I can't remember who I am. I can't remember my name.
This may sound odd but I don't really care. I only want turn away this lost sensation.
My head hurts. Better try to rest and let the pain subside.