The warehouse was in utter chaos. Bodies were everywhere, blood colouring the wall red. The rest of the thugs who was still alive began running for their dear lives. Aiman somehow survived that hell; and he sure is relieved he didn't die a gruesome death. Even his very clothes were drenched in blood. He sat down, catching his breath.

But, there's no time for a rest.

[I]"Congratulations newcomers and latecomers alike! You have just pledged your entrance fee of...your lives!"[/I]

The voiced boomed, and echoed through the warehouse. A whizzing sound with a high pitch followed. It was so loud, it's deafening. A massive tesla cannon emerged from the ceiling. All gladiators were rooted to their place; interested by the event. Out of the blue, the cannon zapped at people accurately. Panic broke out,
everyone trying to escape their impending doom. However, none was left. They were all shot to nothingness. Only one is left. That person is Aiman. However, he is frozen by fear, and energy left his legs. Slowly closing his eyes, he accepts his fate...

ZAP!

The warehouse is now empty, with the stench of the dead filling the air.

[I]"No rest for the wicked as they say...let the first rounds commence."[/I]

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[i]"Where is this place?"[/I] Aiman whispers to himself quietly as he slowly opens his eyelids. [i]"Where is this place? This isn't the Warehouse..."[/i]

A beautiful sight came to as he opens his eyes. A glorious, green garden. The green grass was waving at him. The most noticeable thing about this place is the  massive tree at the center. The Garden gives out a peaceful vibe, and a has this fresh, fragnant smell. Its like all the troubles in the world has vanished. Its almost like he was in Heaven. Which made him question himself...

"Am I dead?" Aiman questions no one. "Am I in Heaven?"
"You're not." A voice answers.
"Who's there?!" Aiman shouted, seemingly shocked. He doesn't expect his question to be answered. "Who are you?"
"Why would you like to know?" The mysterious voice asked.

A figure appeared from behind the humongous tree. A male, seemingly in his 50s. He's taller than Aiman, by about a few cm. Wielding a cane, he has grey hairs that fit his age. Though, something about him seems intimidating. Maybe his eyes. His sapphire-blue eyes was burning with an unknown determination.