He blinked rapidly, his mind struggling to process the sterile environment. A glass barrier encased him on all sides, creating a transparent prison cell. Even his clothes were pristine white, like some fucked-up uniform.
"What the hell?" he muttered, pushing himself up from the cold floor.
As his eyes adjusted, he noticed another cell across from his. Inside lay a familiar figure, motionless on the ground.
"Amélie?" He stumbled towards the glass, pressing his palms against it. "Amélie! Wake up!"
His ex-girlfriend and fellow journalist remained still, her chest rising and falling in slow, steady breaths. Kazuo pounded on the barrier, his fists making dull thuds against the unyielding surface but nothing getting through.