Finally! A name. Albedo. The measure of an object's ability to reflect sunlight, if Hikaru was remembering correctly. Snow had a very high albedo, for instance. So the kid's name made a bizarre amount of sense, considering his rather unnerving white hair.

"Nice to meet you, Albedo. Or...well, not exactly nice, but you know what I mean." He gave the kid a self-deprecating grimace. "It's nice meeting you. Just not under these circumstances. I wouldn't wish this place on anybody, which is saying something. I've been here...almost a month, I think. Longer than a lot of people. I hate it here. My brother and I...we're trapped here, and we're useless. Nothing we ever did before we came here could've prepared us for this place."