Pitch blackness consumed L amidst chaos, immersing him in a fear that felt like the absence of his very existence. Wearing special clothing, he was cut off from all sensations—his sense of touch and smell dulled, he felt disconnected from his own body. Time became meaningless, and while he tried to breathe normally, the masked air made it hard to feel that action at all.

L struggled to form his thoughts due to the noise-canceling earplugs, leaving him uncertain about any sounds he might have made. Panic set in as knowledge and experience conflicted with instinct. He felt discomfort, dizziness, and a sense of suffocation that eroded his mental strength. In desperation, he fought against the fabric covering him, scratching at his neck, unsure if it was real or imaginary.

As his vision blurred behind the blacked-out goggles, his mind created false images, with colors and shapes flickering around him. Realizing this was due to sensory deprivation provided little comfort as his fear escalated. He internally screamed for release, doubting his existence in this sensory void, feeling as if his identity was slipping away; even breathing felt uncertain through the filtered air.