I waved my hand.
The living room vanished.
Not slowly. Not with transition effects or fading lights. One moment we stood on solid ground surrounded by grey walls and impossible furniture, a multiple screens—the next, we were suspended in pitch black nothingness.
An infinite void that stretched in every direction, swallowing sound and light and the very concept of place.
Madison grabbed my arm. Soo-Jin's hand flew to her weapon—then flew to Madison's arm, gripping tight, her tactical composure cracking under the sudden vertigo of standing on nothing in nowhere.
"Peter—" Madison started, her voice small in the infinite dark.
I clapped my hands.
The darkness exploded.
