The BLUE SCREEN was absolute, blinding, pressing in on Leon from all sides.
He stumbled, reaching out blindly, utterly disoriented. Byon and Alex's voices were distant, muffled, as if filtered through water. He felt a cold panic seize him.
His 'sight', his 'Current: 84', his entire perception of the world, was gone, replaced by an incomprehensible, shimmering blue void.
"Wh-where am I?" Leon stammered, his own voice sounding thin and small in the vast, silent blue. "What's going on?!"
Suddenly, a figure materialized out of the blue, as if painted onto the canvas of the void. He was a man, impeccably dressed in a dark, tailored suit that looked like it belonged to the 1800s.
A high collar, a perfectly knotted cravat, and a top hat perched elegantly on his head.
He had a trim, aristocratic beard and kind, knowing eyes that seemed to twinkle with ancient wisdom. He looked utterly out of place, yet perfectly at home in this bizarre, ethereal space.
