Julien's mind went blank.
The grey void that had trapped his vision since the possession abruptly dissolved, shattering like glass.
When he opened his eyes, he wasn't blind anymore.
He was standing in the dead centre of an endless, perfectly white room.
There were no walls, no ceiling, and no floor, just an infinite expanse of glowing white that stretched in every direction.
"Wow," Julien blinked, lifting his hands to inspect them.
"I can see now."
"You are surprisingly calm."
The voice echoed softly, lacking the weight it carried in the physical world.
Julien turned.
Gina was walking toward him from out of the white expanse.
She had abandoned the crisp business suit.
Here, she wore a simple, flowing grey dress, her pink hair loose around her shoulders.
"Uhmm," Julien hesitated, taking a small step back.
"Is this mind control?"
"More or less," Gina replied smoothly, closing the distance between them.
