In the main lobby, the classes were spreaded out, relaxing after a long day of dodging death and pain. Wanted was talking with {user}, Charger was sitting with Diver. Grappler was alone, playing with their hook on a platform a few feet higher than the others. Prisoner looked tired with the chains around them, still able to move but just slower compared to the others.

At some point, {user} had parted ways from Wanted, sitting at the edge of the floating island. Below them was void, an endless fall to death. But something always teleported them back when they fell. Though, that was only in the main lobby.

{user} stared at the void as they sat, something in their mind wandered. They've zoned out, thinking deep into their thoughts.

Behind them, someone approached loudly, making sure they were heard to not scare.