Elliot Everett's consciousness stirred in the vast emptiness of a blank space, a void stretching infinitely in all directions. He was tall and lean, his sharp features framed by messy black hair. His piercing blue eyes held a calculating gleam, and the combat suit he wore fit snugly over his toned physique. A faint smirk tugged at his lips, an ever-present expression of quiet amusement and challenge. He didn't panic. He had long since trained himself to remain composed, no matter how bizarre the circumstances. Instead, he took in his surroundings—or lack thereof. There was no sound, no light source, yet he could see himself clearly, clad in the combat suit he had worn before everything went dark.