The Quiet It is quite the quiet place.

All you see when you face each direction are reflections of yourself. You look to your right, left, and behind you; there are reflections of you. When you do look in front of you, though, you see a brick wall with a door. When you open that, there are stairs fro the floor that lead to a co pletely different at osphere.

It is !"## $.%. & we're here and ready to face the noise. The poise (ecause fro ust be there. the quiet at osphere you are in now, e)erything will get louder.

*ouder, louder, and louder, as the steps are being cli bed up. It is now !"#+. The noise gets louder, louder, and louder. The noise gets clearer, you're al ost here and you ha)e to put on your ga e face. ,i)e chase to the lights, gi)e chase to the adrenaline rush. -oon your face will flush with a i. of e.cite ent and fear. ost surely be

You're al ost here; be ready, your opponent will

You will see the crowd collecti)ely beco e silent, as the anticipation builds up It gets quieter, and quieter, and quieter You are ready to go out and face your hopes and fears. You are al ost here. You get ready to strike first at your opponent, the crowd gets ready to e.plode... A loud alar can be heard in the distance.

And in an instance, you wake up. All you see when you face each direction are reflections of yourself. It is quite the quiet place.