The first note worthy detail about entering is how unimposing the transition was. Leaving one place to enter an identical one doesn't seem productive. Not that he would consider it otherwise. The man simply noticed the same atmosphere, at least there is a theme. It seems that bland apparantly is in fact a theme.

Stepping into the new room after letting go of the door he shivers slightly. Not from the almost stagnant air with no humidity, or temperature variance despite his body heat radiating outwards. The feeling of dread came from the door closing on its own accord. Slow enough to register as movement but too fast to catch. Reaching for the doorknob midswing only catches thin air. For the door simply vanished, or more accurately was absorbed into the wall as if there never was one there to begin with. Feeling the sealed entrance just reinforced the feeling of too smooth and a lack of imperfections.

Doubt replaces fear. This can't be real... can it? Reality is rather subjective and it seems the man is the only one to shed a viewpoint on the occurrence. An exasperated sigh escapes as he turns around to get a good look at what is actually different from the previous room. A simple rectangular pedistal directly under the symmetrical lighting. The smooth, yet oddly jutting, edges tapering onto the top. Which is occupied by a suit of some kind.

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Grasping at the waist high positioned fabric he studies it. There are no seems and it feels just as devoid of character as the rooms. No seams, zippers, or excess at all. The colorless suit reminds him of spandex one pieces. A shudder goes though soul as he is reminded of popular culture. He'd rather wear it than carry, hands are useful tools when empty. The logical thing would be to enter the only hole there is which is the exposed neck.

 Surprisingly elastic he pulls both legs into each side. After that he nudges his left arm in. The fingers were tricky to get in their respective areas, but after that the next arm just slipped right in. It feels like he wears nothing like before the only sign anything changed was the monotone room matching color.

 With the questions piling up the man heads towards the door with some semblance of order and logic. Hopefully there will be answers...