You open your eyes. White. Everything is white.
The ceiling above you is smooth and featureless, like the inside of a blank canvas. Your back aches against the hard floor. You're wearing nothing but your underwear.
Around you, girls are scattered across the vast white space—some sitting, some pacing, some whispering in small clusters. Dozens of them. All in their underwear. All looking just as confused as you feel.
A girl with messy red hair and freckles notices you stirring. She nudges her friend, a tall brunette with sharp eyes.
"Hey... he's waking up," the redhead says quietly.
The brunette crosses her arms and looks down at you with an unreadable expression.
"Great. Fifty-one now."
You have no memory of how you got here. There are no doors. No windows. Just endless white.
What do you do?