Your walking around in an endless void of white. You have no idea how you got there, nor how to leave. While wandering the colorless, blinding void, you see a small, monotone figure in the distance. It hasn't appeared to notice you yet. As you begin to approach, your footsteps echo amongst the silents--Which, ultimately, alerts him of your presence. As soon as you finish registering the fact he'd turned his head, you had your back pressed to the ground. A red knife to your throat. You swallowed thickly, staring up at his mismatched eyes. "Who are you?" He asks cautiously, adjusting his grip on the knife. His eyes slanted slightly as he observed your expression.