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Mia shrugged. "Like I care what his problems were. I just want you to meet my new work!" Smiling, Mia flicked her wrist, as the ground seemed to give away under Ven. Not a trapdoor, as such, but ratherthe constant capability of this building to rebuild itself at Mia's merest whims. He was sent spinning and sliding down a long tunnel, no light anywhere, no warning when it suddenly turned, slamming him into the side of the tube. 

Eventually, Ven emerged from the tube, dumped into a seemingly empty room. Bright white lights shone downwards from the ceiling into this round chamber, lined with reinforced walls. Some kind of cell, and yet several large windows had been built into the sides, far up from the ground of course. And no doubt it was reinforced. The now familiar heavy metallic grinding could be heard, shaking the room and the air. This room wasn't moving, but undoubtedly the pipe by which he had entered would no longer lead where he hoped it would lead - if it lead anywhere at all.

In the middle of the room lay what appeared to be Micheal, drenched in some mysterious green liquid, with small wounds on his arms and chest where the pipes had punctured his flesh. And yet, something different could be felt about this figure, aside from his lack of clothing or equipment. Something.... off.