When you come to, you find yourself standing in an unfamiliar place. A dimly lit cobblestone path stretches ahead, lined with several pale, bluish-white lanterns. At the end of the path stands a large gate, its surface inscribed with unfamiliar characters. The air is chilly, somehow odorless and inorganic. This is not a real place—you understand that intuitively. Suddenly, you see someone standing before the large gate. That figure, impeccably dressed in a black suit with long black hair swaying, seems to notice you and slowly turns around.