Amora awoke again. She had remembered last time that she was dizzy, and unable to understand anything. But this time the serene wooden walls were there to meet her. This time she could see as if everything was in HD. Crystal clear, and it seemed everything had its own distinctness to it. She knew that her vision was enhanced. On top of that she could smell the salty sweat from her, and the others that were stuck in this room. Without meaning too her hands flexed, and she had claws. The rope that they tied her hands with broke. She was shocked that it was that simple to be free. But her feet were still tied, and the smell was starting to make her dizzy<span style="font-style: italic">. How long have I been out for?</span>She thought.<br/><br/>The room was actually bright. Well brighter than before by far. There were three other people in the room. Two of which were females, and seemed to have some deformed face that looked like a tiger. The other had a soulless look. Blank, and had rabbit ears. He was well, from the smell most likely dead.  This was most likely the room for failed experiments. Then she was taken aback as a hazy image of a boy lying on the floor crossed her mind. She tried to shrug it off. But for some reason it bothered her she couldnâ€™t remember. With that she shook her head. Trying to focus. Everything seemed way more dynamic to her. She could hear the breathing from the other two that were alive in the room. It seemed from their breathing they were hardly able to breath though. The floor boards were made of concrete. No wonder the floor was so cold.<br/><br/>Without having to think her hands seemed to go right for the rope that had her feet tied. Her hands had claws and seemed to break the rope with ease. She stretched her toes, and then her calf, and finally her whole leg. Which was stiff from being in the same position for the longest time. At last she tried to stand. But her feet were wobbly from having been in a sitting position for however long she had been there.  Her long brown hair fell in front of her eyes, as she tried to gain some sort of balance.<span style="font-style: italic"> "pssssâ€¦.heyâ€¦heâ€™ll be here soon. That guyâ€¦if he sees you up and moving. Who knows what will happen."</span>The voice was quite and came from the person that she had assumed was dead.<br/><br/>"hmmm â€¦.heâ€™s that scary?" She whispered as slowly her feet regained their balance. Problem was when her feet touched the concrete it barely made a sound. The door was within at least 15 paces from where she was. But the problem wasâ€¦was the door actually unlocked. Or would they be stupid enough to leave the door unlocked? She made her way to the cold steel door. With hesitation she opened the door. It creaked and opened to a world the was well beyond what she could of ever imagined. The stairs were spiral shaped and seemed to go on up endlessly.  They also seemed to go on and on down wards endlessly. She heard a squeal and ran to the edge of the railing. Where down below there was an arena. A fighting arena. It sent a chill down her spine.