[quote=@ShadowVentus] (Sorry to keep you waiting!) Ven, steeling his nerves, walks through the door, making sure to be cautious of any possible traps of impending doom that could await him inside Mia's lab. As he entered, he could already feel the wavelengths being given off by Michael's Wayfinder, signifying that he really is here. That, or somehow, Mia was able to get a hold of the object in question and use it to her advantage and summon him here. "Hello there, Mia...thank you for allowing me to enter unharmed...is Michael here..?" He decided to get straight to the point on this one, somewhat reluctant to be here for longer than he had hoped. [/quote] ((Ditto)) "Oh, he's been here for quite some time now. Fully of his own volition, of course. I wouldn't dream of kidnapping someone so respected." Mia smiles, as Ven walks into the room. It was a large area, every surface clad in metal. Hooks and spikes seemed to be placed at random intervals, and long chains hung from the ceiling, occasionally supporting a dangling body. Some of said bodies were still moving. Large, high-tech devices lined the walls, some of them having an interface and some of them lacking one. As many people knew, Mia was capable of controlling these devices directly with her mind, utilizing her capability to control the Black Blood. It also meant her systems were nearly impossible to hack or break into without her permission. The entire area smelled of blood and fear, an acrid stench quite familiar to those who had visited Stein's labs. It was tinged with an edge of disinfectants, presumably caused by the chemicals that kept Mia's victims alive no matter how much torment she visited onto them. Standing up, Mia walked over, standing slightly shorter than the warrior and yet still managing to strike an imposing figure. It was as if her reputation had physically manifested around her, a shroud of fear and gruesome experience that made even the bravest of men paranoid. Of course, this was only enhanced by her expression of sadistic glee, never quite leaving her eyes but only waxing and waning in intensity. It gave the impression that she was always just about to cut into a fresh victim. "He came to me to ask me to... help him with some issues he's been experiencing. There's nobody in the universe more skilled when it comes to joint physical and Soular surgery, besides maybe my dad. And somehow, I rank higher on the trust scale than he does - don't ask me, I don't know how that works either." "So, all of this answers your questions, but it doesn't answer mine. First off, what are you doing in my humble abode. Secondly, are you expecting to leave any time soon?"