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.