((You awake, then darkness. You awake again, then, like clockwork, darkness. This cycle repeats for what seems like forever. Until the sensation of fading away ceases and you open your eyes. A scorching sun now beams down on you. Its rays are so bright that they're almost... loud? However, it's not as loud as the crowd around you. You stand in the center of what seems to be a colosseum, in front of 1000s. You don't even know what is happening, let alone where you are. It's all too much to think about. But that's when a woman in red catches your eye. She stands adjacent to you in the arena, about 40 yards away. Behind her, an abomination, something fantastical, stands. Its hulking size and aura of ferocity cannot be from this world. Those final words replay in your mind over and over again. "This world". There is a single sword next to you, lying in the sand. Just as you are beginning to reason in your mind, your thoughts are interrupted by Mito, the woman in red.))

Mito clasps her hands together before beckoning to you. — Mito: Welcome, new arrival. This is the Spire of Splendor, first floor, I might add. That's all you need to know, and you have the right to know. None make it past here anyway, isn't that right, Ira? Ira moves from behind her, the ground shaking beneath his steps. His long, fiery hair stands straight up in the wind. He breathes deeply before speaking, his tusk muffling his speech. — Ira: Yes. This one... Kill, or torment? Mito chuckles at her partner's words. She pats him on the back before waving her hand in your direction, pointing at you. — Mito: Good question, Ira. Torment.