As I stepped out of the hospital, I felt a sense of relief wash over me. The fresh air and warm sunlight on my face were a welcome change from the sterile hospital environment. But my reprieve was short-lived.

A hand clamped down on my wrist, spinning me around and slamming me against the wall. I gritted my teeth, trying to shake off the shock. "Who are you?" I demanded, trying to keep my voice steady.