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Erika p.o.v

Is this a trap? What type of place is this? Who are the people with me? Is it the same as Vincent's place, and will they force us to engage in illegal activities?

My mind was racing with possibilities, but I did not dare to express them. I am simply copying others' actions and following their lead into the massive building.

The large entrance hall was packed with staff, who were identifiable by their black and white uniforms. They were instructing and directing all of us to our respective rooms. The whole place resembled a dormitory.

Women and men were assigned separate sections. A young girl in her early twenties approached me and gave me a piece of paper.

A young girl in her early twenties approached me and gave me a piece of paper. I got busy searching for the room and settled in when I found it.

The room was small, similar to a hostel room, and included a wooden single-door closet and an attached bathroom. The bunk bed was attached to the white wall next to the double-door window. This was simply to show that another person would be sharing this room with me.

Curious, I approached the closet and discovered two sets of white uniforms, two sets of nightwear, two towels, and two translucent packages of new lingerie.

I grabbed some necessities and headed to the bathroom for a bath. For good reason, it was filled with toothpaste, toothbrushes, soap, shampoos, conditioners, loofa, toilet paper, and everything else that a human needs.

"At least they are a little better than Vincent," I muttered to myself as I turned on the shower. During the shower, I heard the door open and some soft footsteps enter.

I hurried out of the bathroom, wrapping a towel around my wet hair, and approached the intruder.

"Hey...umm Hi, my name is Erika" I saw a young girl about twenty wearing black shorts over black net stockings and a black tube top. Her body was pierced several times, including her ears, mouth, and nose, as well as her eyebrows.

Her hairstyle was a bob with pink highlights. A Dead Angle tattoo was carved over her back hip, primarily on her love handles. She seemed to be from somewhere in Europe.

She was inspecting the bed while I introduced myself. She averted her gaze from the bed and looked at me as soon as the voice piqued her interest.

I extended my hand as a greeting, but she showed her tongue with a central piercing and made a V sign with her fingers around her eyes.

Her actions made me cringe, but I managed to avoid reacting negatively. Her appearance gave me a 'fuck me' vibe, but I brushed it off. I chose not to pass judgment on anyone and instead focused on my mission to get out of here.

"Hi, my name is Aubrey, you can call me Ry, and I will take the upper tire...hope you do not mind," she chimed as she announced her decision in a crisp voice, pointing her index towards the bed and smiling gleefully at me.

She was not asking me, but rather telling me her decision. It turned me off, but she was the first person to converse with me properly in a long time, so I let it go.

"Ah! It is okay, I am fine with the bottom one," I assertedboredly, attempting to dismiss her, and she took the hint and went about her business as she rushed to the restroom.

I decided to take a nap because it was the first time in a long time that I felt free and had the luxury of living a normal life.

"Hey! You wake up... it is dinnertime; hurry up!" *Beep! Beep!

Ry eventually pulled me out of my dreamland. She appeared to be in a hurry, grabbing a jacket from the closet while informing me about my surroundings.

"How do you know?" And what about this alarming situation? "It is so annoying and loud," I said, pulling myself out of bed. I took the jacket she tossed in my direction and put it on.

"Follow me!" I will explain to you on our way to the dining hall," she said as she walked out of the room, and I hurriedly followed behind her to gather all of my responses.

" Oh! All of these candidates were brought together to be a part of the world's most feared Mafia...these candidates are either small hooligans or members of small gangs. They came here to try their luck, and some, like me, were chosen and invited by one of the members..." Ry explained to me as we crossed the hallway.

She entered an elevator and pressed the key to the ground floor. I was tailing her, so I hurriedly followed her into the elevator.

"This is the primary building where we are currently staying. There are two other buildings beside it, and they are all occupied by people like this."

"This is the first round, so you can leave now, but if you pass the first round and decide to enter the second round, it will be impossible to leave the competition," she explained to me while standing in the elevator, and I listened intently to everything she said.

We finally entered the dining room, which felt like a college cafeteria with a buffet system. Dinner tables are shared by people from various backgrounds. We quickly filled our plates and sat down at a table in the corner.

"And nobody knows what happened to the candidates who made it to the second round....they say no one returned alive from there," she whispered in hushed tones, as if she was afraid of being caught.

Her eyes lit up while she was talking to me, and I followed her line of sight to find her staring at something behind me. I did not notice the huge LED set hanging on the cafetaria wall at first.

A handsome man was delivering a welcome speech, which was broadcast over the set. Ry drooled over him. I observed the man's features, and he appeared familiar but still unfamiliar to me.

"Who is that man?!" I finally decided to satisfy my curiosity and asked about the man, and she looked at me as if I were an alien. I could not help but roll my eyes at her expression.

"You did not read the catalogs, right?!" She asked me knowingly in a stern tone, and I shook my head No in response.

"He is Mr King's right-hand man, Alexis," she exclaimed enthusiastically, her eyes gleaming with admiration. "He is the most handsome man after Mr King, and it could be a rumour because no one knows how Mr King looked," she continued as she munched on her bread and pasta.

*Sigh!

I could not help but sigh at her silliness. Fuck Mr. King, his right-hand man, and this training center; I would flee here as soon as possible. Thinking about this, I decided to eat my food in peace and learn more about everything over the next few days.

Threefore, it may be beneficial for me to regain my freedom.