A few days passed in the sterile, oppressive white room, but for Aiden, the experience had become almost routine.
Oddly enough, someone made sure he was fed. Every other day, a tray of food would appear, seemingly out of nowhere, ensuring he didn't die of starvation. The food was simple but enough to keep his body functioning.
Aiden had fallen into a strange rhythm during his time in the room. He allowed himself to remain under the influence of the hallucination spell that distorted his perception of reality, keeping him away from the white room.
But the system, vigilant, would break the spell's hold whenever a daily quest was initiated.
Each time the system jolted him back to reality, Aiden would grasp onto those precious moments of clarity like a lifeline.
He would mentally reconnect with the world around him, reminding himself of who he was, where he was, and what was happening.
