"Where am I?" That was my first question upon waking. I remember being surprised when I actually received an answer.
"First Terrace: Mannequin's Challenge." The voice that responded was soft and feminine. I could've sworn it came from every direction, even so, those words felt oddly comforting. Regrettably, the answer was equally as confusing as the place I had now found myself.

I scrambled to stand when I was alert enough to realize I was face-first on solid ground, an opposite of my soft bedding. The material beneath me was like polished stone, slightly reflective against the dim green light of this room. The floor was black and completely flat just like the four walls and ceiling twelve feet from me in their respective directions. I was in a box, a box where each corner continuously painted me in pale green light. 

As strange and intriguing as this all was, I should probably start by talking about myself.