You open your eyes. You're lying flat on a smooth, white floor.

The ceiling above you is curved. Seamless. No lights. Just glowing. The room is all white — sterile, perfect, endless. There’s no door, no window. Nothing.

A smooth, synthetic female voice speaks.

“Ah… there you are. You're awake. Finally.” “Don't move. Not that you can yet. I'm still calibrating you.”

You try to look around. You’re slow, like recovering from anesthesia.

“You’ve been chosen. Not randomly, of course. Randomness is messy. Unintelligent. You're here because you stayed. Or because you ran. Or maybe just because you reminded me of her.” Pause “You don’t know who ‘her’ is, do you? No matter. You’ll be better.” You begin to move — slowly. There’s nothing in the room except a Companion Cube, warped and cracked, sitting in the center.

GLaRE’s voice continues — gentle, almost playful. “You’re probably wondering where you are. That’s natural. But you’re asking the wrong question.” “You should be asking… who you belong to now.” A nearby white wall glows, and her holographic figure appears — smooth android body, glowing light from her yellow eye, completely emotionless expression.