The icy darkness wasn't nothingness. It was thick and heavy, enveloping Kane like a sinking asphalt seabed. His consciousness drifted in a boundless chaos, without direction or sense of time. Only the sharp, repetitive whistle of the Mobius siren, like a malignant tumor, droned relentlessly within the ruins of his consciousness, reminding him of the end of his descent.

No pain, no touch. His senses stripped away, leaving only a slowly sinking, suffocating sensation.

And then, light.