The Watcher

The first thing Han opened his eyes to was a bright, white room. He was standing in the middle of a room but everything around him was white. The room stretched for miles in every direction and Han didn't even know where the walls ended. Han wondered if this was some sort of test like the one he faced on floor fifty where he had to choose a new job. But this doesn't seem like it's a test. Han would have seen an interface for making a new choice if this was a test and nothing had happened since he came here.