In the blink of an eye, I found myself in a strange world made of pure, unblemished white. It oddly reminded me of the strange room where millions of other youths and I unwittingly became participants in a deadly game.
I couldn't ponder for long, as I realised my body—Ixion's body—was actually moving on its own, drawn by an unknown force I couldn't even begin to overcome. I sighed slightly, trapped yet again in a situation where I had little to no control. At least my gut told me no serious harm would come to me in this place.
Twenty seconds later, I solemnly swore never to listen to my gut again.
