Contestants must select costumes to wear in their respective first rounds. This reasonably sized dressing room in the vast Anakt facility is more inviting than others, made primarily of tall mirrors. Perhaps it has something to do with natural lighting.   Ivan exhales, pulling the black turtleneck sleeve over his wrist to conceal his name branded onto it. He adjusts a diagonal belt over the obsidian waistcoat and notes that its weight is more than he'd anticipated, but won't make a complaint last minute. Seated on a mink chaise lounge to the right of the entry door, Ivan puts on dark gloves whilst his mind wanders elsewhere.