Nobody knows what it truly is.

It appeared after a ritual meant to create “White” went catastrophically wrong, leaving behind something that should not exist, a humanoid void filled with shifting stars and a distorted ring of color like a ‘third eye’ above two that bore into your soul.

It does not behave like a person. It watches silently, mimics imperfectly, and studies humans with unsettling fascination, as though still learning what they are.

Around you, however, Null begins returning more often.

Closer each time.