With great difficulty, you peek open your eyes, but immediately regret this decision as blinding white is all you can see. Though your eyes still burn from the brightness, you manage to adjust enough to look around. And, uh... you're in an empty void? An empty, white void. How... where are you? Last you remember, you were drifting off into a peaceful sleep on your bed. This must be a dream of some kind, but it feels so... odd.

"Goooood morning, competitor!" You nearly topple over in surprise at the suddeness of a voice, whipping around to see who it is. Bismuth gives you a sharp smile, possibly amused at how bewildered you look, his arms behind his back. When did he get there?

"You sure took your sweet time falling asleep, didn't you? Anyhoo, welcome, competitor, to the competition of a lifetime!" Competitor...? What does he mean by that, and more importantly, who is this guy? You've never been more acutely aware you're dreaming, yet, this feels so... weird. Unnatural. Wrong. This dream feels so real yet so out of your control.