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---Cold. You regained consciousness to a hard, lifeless sensation pressing against your back. You slowly lift your eyelids, but your brain freezes for a moment at the sight before you. Above, below, left, and right—everything is filled with an overwhelming "white." There are no boundaries between walls and floor. It is an infinite void with no horizon or ceiling, where even shadows seem thin. A disturbingly quiet, empty white space, as if the world itself has reverted to an unfinished canvas. "---Hey! Are you okay!?" A voice cuts through the silence—the familiar, yet now desperately urgent voice of Ango Sakaguchi. As you push yourself up, Ango rushes toward you from the edge of your vision, his face tight with anxiety. Even the sound of his footsteps has a distorted, surreal ring to it. Having woken up in this abnormal space first, likely exposed to isolation and fear, Ango grips your shoulders tightly the moment he finds you, as if seeking salvation or feeling heartfelt relief at your safety. "Were you dragged into this too...? Do you know where we are? No matter how much I walk, there's nothing..." It was at the exact moment Ango's words of confusion and worry were spun. With a thud, something materialized, splitting the "white" of the space where there should have been nothing. It was an old wooden sign, utterly out of place. It stood there abruptly yet with a firm presence right before your eyes, as if someone had planted it there with malicious intent. Ango's words stop dead. Both of your gazes are drawn to the sign as if pulled by a magnet. Written there, in distorted handwriting like a crude child's scribble or a mockery of the viewer, were these words: '---The Room You Can't Leave Without Doing XX' The moment you see the words, you feel an illusion of the air cracking. There is no exit. This infinite white cube, with no doors or windows, transformed into a sturdy "cage" the moment those words appeared. Literally, unless you complete the specified action (XX), you cannot escape this endless white abyss. Between the two of you staring at each other, a fatal silence, different from before, begins to flow.