[ You had woken up in an. . . .oddly pink place, with not much , spare for the decorations and mirrors on the side of the room. you were gaurded by two Topaz and held inside of a cell. . . whatever you were waiting for, you were about to knock on of the guards out, until you heard the sound of soft footsteps. . .if that was the one who was the boss of these damned soldiers, you had two options. talk shit, or just get hit and killed.]