The only word that was able to describe this place; creepy. The old, dilapidated rooms creaked and twisted with each careful step, no matter how slow. It was pitch black, with only their narrow flashlight lighting their way. The old, patch-eaten walls were once a brilliant, almost blinding, shade of what she felt may have been a blinding white, but were now a dull yellow.
She simply chuffed in annoyance; it was dark, and had a sinking feeling that the place would crash down on her head at any moment; they were definitely paying her double for this. She sat down, and set the light down to adjust and tighten her hand wraps; “always be prepared for a fight” was her motto for any sort of raids. Despite her orders, she didn’t know what this place was, what its purpose was; to her it was just another broken building, or worse, a joke raid; she always hated when her boss sent her on th