The boy willing let out a deep breath before entering the clay made door. Maybe this place will be okay. he thought to himself as he opened the door to await anyone would stop him from walking any farther down the narrow path that hung torches around its mouth. Suddenly, a man with yellowish brown garbs came to him, asking, " What business do you have are?"
"I was recently hired here." the boy stated nervously. " The name's Edison."
" Come with me. I am sure someone is waiting for ya." he proclaimed as they walked deeper together.
Edison was then told to sit and wait near one of the cells. Someone will come for him. He then was twisting his thumbs together in nerves about what was going to happen next.
"Hey." Edison greeted softly as he looked up to see a heavier set woman walking in front of him with blood dripping from her fist.
" Are you new here?" He nodded. " Well, what all were you taught here?"
Edison grew silent.
"This is a the colosseum, which houses emotions of the audience. We are tasked to attack the emotions to create an amazing experience." the woman explains, but as she keeps talking, he begins to ignore her already brushing a corner clean to reveal a small light brown blanket to make a bed.
" Do you understand?" He nods as he starts to lay his head down.
Then next day, there is a banging that manages to wake up the woman and Edison at the same time.
"Time to start the day." she mumbled under her breath." Get prepared, child."
Edison then stands up, rubbing his eyes.
As the woman leaves with Edison following behind, however, a hand stops in front of him.
"Follow me. You have to visit everyone else." Edison looks to see a short woman who wears fancy red garbs as the heavier woman looked in horror and anger.
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