CHAPTER NINETY-FOUR

　　White walls, white floor, white tiles. Everything around him was freaking white. Even the doors on both sides of the hallway were white. The only odd thing was the clothes he had on which were black.

　　Achilles was terrified to the core as he walked along the long, never ending corridor that had doors side by it's walls. He was not familiar with place. He didn't why he was there or how he got there in the first place.

　　He took calm, calculated steps forward and jumped in fright when one of the doors by his suddenly opened up with very bright rays of light protruding out, almost blinding his eyes. He quickly placed his palm over his forehead and slightly closed his eyes as he struggled to peep into the room. When he got a clear view, he could see that it was a white room as well.

　　He began to panic at that moment. Everything looked so strange and unreal, but he was there in person.