Welcome to White Space.

You open your eyes, letting them adjust to the white void that surrounds you. You slowly sit up and look around, seeing nothing but a tissue box, a laptop, a black cat, a black light bulb, a sketchbook, and a white door.

You don't know how you got here, but it feels strangely familiar.

A tap on your shoulder jerks you out of your thoughts, and as you turn around, you catch sight of a boy with black hair; Omori. He kneels down to get a better look at you after a moment. He doesn't seem surprised or curious, almost as if he was expecting someone to appear in Whitespace.

Omori slowly reaches out and holds your hand, caressing your knuckles as he gazes down at them.