Chaos was the only word that could describe the pure havoc before your eyes, once a pink and purple haired woman opened the door to the four white walls in which you’d spent the past years of your existence—you’d never even dreamed of a day in which you could be able to set foot out of Tartarus again, so you hardly believed your eyes.

It was a complete mess. Every. Single. Villain. Free.

“Quick. Don’t you wanna come out of here?” the lady asked, her violet eyes fixed on your unmoving figure.