A sharp gasp brought life back to Jason, his eyes snapping wide open. As his heart drummed in his ears, he whipped his head left and right, trying and failing to get a grasp of his situation.
The world around him was white, stretching infinitely in all directions. That or he was in a brightly lit room with no shadows, making it impossible to tell if he was surrounded by walls or not. The strangeness paled in comparison to the fright he got upon realizing that he was butt-naked. Waking up with no clothes might be one of the most terrifying experiences to many, but add to that a pale white skin that lacked a single line of ink, and you would get a real fright.
He reached up, touching his face several times. The faint itch that persisted for more than twenty years was gone. Every last tattoo on his body vanished without a trace. Not only that, but the scars he collected over the years were missing, too.
"It seems you have regained consciousness."
