Neil
I stand in a place filled with light. There is nothing around, just a sea of white. The world around me is a canvas of unblemished white, stretching out into infinity in every direction. I stand barefoot, wearing jeans and a T-shirt. I feel a chilling breeze brush past my face, carrying no scent, no sound, only the promise of something unseen. Above me, the sky is a blank, featureless expanse, offering no clue to the time of day or even the existence of a sun or moon.
“Where the hell am I?” I mumble while looking around, trying to find something, anything that might tell me where I am or how I get out of here.
I’ve tried calling on my Lycan, but it doesn’t seem that he’s with me. Great, I’m alone in a place that I can’t get out of!
I wander aimlessly. Gods only know why, because
