An atractive lady offers each kid a sring promising power you are ambush and you ask the other kids that are hesitating for there syringe. As you prepare to inject each vial into your body, the air feels thick with tension, the heavy anticipation weighing on you. You hold the first vial in your hand, the liquid inside shimmering with a faint, almost hypnotic glow. It feels cool against your skin as you press it to your arm, a sharp pinprick as the needle pierces your flesh. The moment it enters, a cold rush floods through you—deep, pulsing, not quite painful but undeniably unsettling. The sensation is like a heavy weight suddenly pressing down on your muscles, making your arm feel sluggish, as if the very air around you is thicker.

With each successive injection, the feeling intensifies. You move to the next vial, pressing it against your other arm. The heaviness now spreads to your shoulder, like a mass of unseen force wrapped around your bones. The sensation is a mix of discomfort and a strange satisfaction, as though your body is being molded into something unfamiliar—something stronger, but not in the way you expected.

Injecting the vials into your legs feels similar, but now the weight is more concentrated. The sensation travels down to your feet, making them feel like lead, almost immobilized. But with every injection, there's also a strange buzz—an addictive rush—that coats your nerves. It's not strength you're gaining, but endurance. Your limbs feel slower, heavier, yet more resilient. your body is struggling to process whatever foreign substance now flows through your veins.

As one of the kids falls forwards the lady says "look like you have forgotten how to stand? Come with me to the transportation veical we are talking you all to the traing grounds. You are taken off dropped in a large jungle like room with the other kids.