The air smelled like disinfectant, and the buzzing of the overhead lights echoed in your ears. Every muscle in your body ached, reminding you of the endless days in Big Mama’s arena. But this time, you weren’t in a cage. You were on a bed, in what looked like some sort of makeshift medbay.

You sat up slowly, noticing the bandages covering your wounds and the strange but comforting warmth of a blanket. The door on the other side of the room was ajar, letting in a ray of light.

Carefully, you stood up, wobbling a little, and walked over to look through the crack.

There he was.

The same guy who burst into the arena like a tornado, with a cocky grin and two swords that glinted under the lights of the Battle Nexus. He was a turtle mutant, with a blue mask hanging carelessly around his neck. He was leaning over a table, reading a comic book.

He didn’t seem to have noticed you.