The making of a God Part 1
The Making of a God Prologue Soft moon shadows fell in through the lone window in the room. At first, I wondered where I was and why I was naked, then memory came crashing down. The men in suits. They had taken me from my blankets last night. At gunpoint, to be sure, although they had appeared as scared as I was. Without allowing time to get dressed, they hauled me to the waiting van outside, where a man in a labcoat injected me with something, and I was out. The next thing I remember was waking up here in this room, or rather being here in this room. Standing, I obviously hadn’t been asleep. I slowly turned to survey the room. It was stark, with a wooden door, one window, a painting showing some …