"Welcome. You must be participant Damien Void."
A middle-aged man approached with a smile on his face. People at his age were rare to see, as most people achieved prominence when they were either very old or very young.
He was the only other person Damien could see in the pure white hall that he was transported to. As he glanced around, he noticed that the walls, floor, and even ceiling were padded with a strange material that seemed to be scanning his Nonexistence.
More importantly, there was a piece of hidden glass on a certain part of the wall. There was likely an observer's platform there. Whether it was empty or not was still a question.
"Nice to meet you too," Damien responded, returning his attention to the man.
He only looked away for a brief second, but by the time he returned his gaze to the man he was already standing in front of him.
