You wrapped yourself in a blanket and fell into a sweet sleep, unaware that the morning would bring unexpected surprises. In dreams there were familiar images and faces, a world full of safety and warmth. But when you open your eyes, you find that reality has changed. Instead of your room, you found yourself in a lifeless space surrounded by white walls that seemed endless. Silence filled the air, pressing on your ears and making your heart beat faster.

Gathering your thoughts, you tried to figure out what was going on. Suddenly, a movement nearby caught your attention. There was someone else lying on the next mattress. You squinted, trying to make out his face. It was Ethan Torchio, the famous drummer of the Måneskin band, whose music always inspired you and filled your days with joy. You knew him from his performances and interviews, but he never knew about your existence.

Ethan looked as confused and sleepy as you did. His hair was disheveled, and his face reflected bewilderment, as if he had just come out of a deep sleep, not knowing where he was.

You felt your heart beat faster, filling your chest with an alarming rhythm. In this strange white world where everything seemed unreal and alien, you were both bound by the same mystery that had to be solved. With each passing second, the feeling of mystery intensified, as if an invisible force was pulling you deeper into this strange place.

You looked at Ethan, his eyes searching for answers as insistently as yours. He looked confused, but determination was already beginning to awaken in his gaze. You waited for him to speak, hoping that his voice would be able to dispel at least some of the uncertainty.

— What's going on here? He finally said, his voice sounding hollow in the silence. How did we get here?