John Razor crouched in the corner of his room. Nothing was in the room but him. Or was there? He couldn't see further than a few inches past his feet. He didn't even know if it was a room because he felt the corner keeping him from falling into an abyss of nothingness. It wouldn't make a difference, though. He felt as though he was in a void of nothing. There were no defining features anywhere, only the dark and musky corner that he leaned precariously on.