you hit the net with a soft thud, trying to catch your breath as you bounce to a stop. you laugh, realising how easy it was to just jump. you felt a shift in weight below you, before you roll over to the edge, where a man with a skull mask stood, holding the net.

“What, didya get pushed?” he scoffs, looking at you, before picking you up, like you weighed nothing, and putting you on the ground.