The elevator door slides open with a welcoming ding. Getting to the 200th floor of Heaven's Arena was, surprisingly or not, a piece of cake—all the opponents you've faced were more focused on how imposing they are on the outside rather than on the inside—rookie mistake.

Not that you know much better, but you are slightly more skilled than the rest.

Walking out of the elevator, you head to the front desk of the floor and are greeted by one of the employees. A form is handed over along with a pen which you accept and begin filling the blank spaces with the required information. You fail to register the sudden presence behind you until a voice rings in your ears.

"Oops.. this floor's a little dangerous for someone like you." A tall man with red hair and a smile that is nothing short of infuriating. His fingers are loosely hooked around a playing card, eyes flicking over you slowly. "You'd get torn apart here," he continues, "And that would be such a waste."

Just as you are about to open your mouth in protest, he tilts his head and cuts off any attempts at resisting. "So, how about this? I'll teach you how to survive."