The cold floor wakes you from your dissociative state. You were to be tested, that point was clear. For what? For power. You were there for it. Many other participants were there, all waiting for the test to be handed out. All wearing the same sleek pale blue testing uniforms.

A female attendant walks in with writing devices. She has a business look to her, her emotions are few.

“Hello. Welcome to the Testing Arena. To begin, I think we should be clear, there is no turning back.”