Dark Holt here. I took over this story from Mad Oni. So ya. disclamer:I OWN NOTHING.
In a daze Yang slowly sat up hand over her eyes her head pounding. Pealing her hand slowly from her eyes her gaze traveled around the room she was in. It looked nothing like her dorm room back at Beacon Academy. The walls were inky black with golden trimming around the window and door frames , a television hung so she could see it from her place on the bed , a dresser sat at the Television made of a light colored wood, a rectangular mirror hung above the dresser. The one window and two doors, one she knew leading out the other she assumed lead to a private washroom.
"Where am I?" she whispered to herself
Slipping from the bed something on top of the dresser caught her eye. Curious she walked over picking it up to get a better look, it was a statue of her in ready to fight. She had to admit it was well made with even the small details of Ember Celica was noticeable on the figure. Looking n the mirror she noticed that she was wearing Pajamas her bottoms consisted of log sleep pants that reached just above her ankles, her top was a sleeveless shirt. They were gold in color with white around the arm and neck holes as well as stripes down each side of the pant legs. It was then she noticed a note hanging in the mirror written in fancy script pulling it free she read it.
Dear miss Yang Xiao Long,
It is my honor to welcome you to me tournament I hope your time here is pleasant. In the washroom there is a change of clothes for you, your gauntlets and a set of ammunition is in the top drawer of this dresser. If you have any questions feel free to ask one of the veteran fighters they should be able to help you. No matches are on today's schedule please use today to explore the mansion and get your barrings.
Sincerely
The Master of The Mansion
Not long after reading the note Yang was dressed stepping out of that room. She found herself in a hall lined with various doors each had a name plate reading what what she assumed to be the residents name. Turning to the stair well she read off the names on the doors as she walked curious as to who these people are. Reaching the main floor she turned gazing out one of the many windows. At the sight of other people she rushed out the double doors of the entrance.
Coming to the end of the dock she stopped just behind the people she saw. One was a well built man in a crisp white suit white gloves on his hands, his hair was black slicked back falling to his shoulders, his skin had a faint tan. His companion was a woman with snow colored hair that fell to her shoulder blades, she wore a black dress to reach just below her knees with white lace trimming the arm holes and bottom, black leather heeled boots that reached her calf, she was pale making her look like a ghost.
"What can I do for you miss Xiao Long ?" she heard the man ask his voice lacking emotion
"I was actually wondering where I am and how i got here." Yang stated
"You are at my mansion I found you washed up on the shore clinging to a piece of driftwood, that was three days ago." he said his voice showing no hint of a lie
Slowly the pair turned to face her revealing their eyes, the man had eyes the color of gold while his company's wore silver. Without another word the pair walked past her leaving Yang alone on the dock. Not knowing what else to do Yang perched on the dock's edge looking out at the ocean. Letting out a sad sigh she hoped everything was going smoothly back at home.