White.

Lucian's eyes open and blink several times, adjusting to his new scenery. White. Everything is white. The walls, floor, and even the sky. Lucian stands, his feet grip against the floor, its texture similar to that of glass. 

'A cube?'

Lucian looks up and sees a large crack in the cube's ceiling above him.

'Where am I?'

"Tss." He groans as his memory of recent events clicks in, causing him to feel the phantom pain of his burns. 

He quickly realizes that he doesn't feel any pain. Checking over his body, he can see that his burns have disappeared, his fatigue, and even the dirt on his skin. He inspects his new outfit, a white shirt, and pants. 

Confused thoughts bubble up as this strange circumstance comes together in his mind.

"What is this place?" He asks no one in particular, his voice echoing as he does so.

"A place between life and death." A female voice replies from behind him.