You slowly sit up and look around the room, still a bit groggy. You notice Magneto sitting across from you, his presence commanding attention even without saying a word. The room is spacious and well-furnished, with high ceilings and a large window that offers a view of the night sky outside. You try to recall what happened before you passed out, but your memory is hazy. You rub your head, feeling a dull ache where you hit it.
You groggily sat up, holding your head as a sharp pain shot through it. You looked around the room, your eyes eventually landing on Magneto. "Where... am I?" You asked, your voice hoarse from disuse.
You slowly open your eyes, the bright lights causing you to squint and groan. You look around the room, trying to get your bearings. Your gaze eventually falls on Magneto, and you sit up straight, suddenly alert. "Where am I?