I was up in intense pain. I was on a couch facing a television screen. I could see my reflection. I was bruised and battered. A long scar stretched from my left cheek to my jaw. My wounds were still fresh, which meant it happened not long ago. Where was I? Last thing I remember was falling off the side of a mountain.

Inside the house was brand new furniture. There was a strong smell of lavender. On the walls were portraits. I looked at them. The people in all the pictures where the woman, the girl from the hospital and me. They all looked like vacation photos. I got closer to one of the portraits and read a tag attached to it. "Our last visit to Sky Resort. Cannonball!!". Could that really be me? I found that pretty weird. I mean which psycho puts tags on photos. I mean like we are in the 21st century. That thing is for social media and stuff. I continued to investigate. I could see a staircase in view. I walked towards it and climbed up the stairs, I reached a large room. A kitchen.

The kitchen had dark brown cabinets with two double doors. These cabinets were filled with dishes , cups and bowls on one side. To the right below the cabinet is a sink. The sing was surrounded by a forlorn stove to the left and a dish rack to the right. A huge dark colored refrigerator is located 10 inches in front of the dish rack and stands next to the microwave rack.
Right in front of the rack is a three chair, black dining room table with gold trimmings. On the cream colored wall by the refrigerator was a smoke detector. It was an impressive layout. I opened my mind up for more discoveries.

I continued to search further until I got to another large room. The room smelt of rosy perfume. There were posters everywhere. The room consisted of snack barbs, huge television screens like the size of 3 flat screens combined. The TV's were six in number and almost occupied the entire room. Not to mention the cotton candy machines. The room also came with a large air mattress. The ceiling of the room was magnificent. I stood there in awe until I heard a voice.

"You always were a fan of dancing". I turned around and stood in front of me the woman from the hospital. The woman who had called me son. When I looked at her I could only see pain in her eyes. She was dressed in a hunger games kind of way. She sat down on the bed and I had the urge to sit beside her so I did. "I remember when you were just a toddler and you executed the shuffle. That was one of the most memorable moments in our life. As a child you were always different. The sound of hip hop was a lullaby to you when you were tired.". She broke into tears and I put a hand on her back to calm her down. A girl enter the room. The girl from the hospital. I looked at her demanding and answer and she complied.

"Kyle, the lady crying is your mum and I am your sister." she said. I was puzzled and stood there looking at her. She continued

"It was getting late almost 7:00 in the evening. I found it strange that you had not come home. So I enlisted the help of mum to look for you. We found you in the hole. It is the home of dance. Your body was left in the stadium and was bloody and bruised. Immediately we called for help and sent you to the nearest hospital." I sat there mortified, this was a lot to take in. My mum as she was called was now calmed and looked at the posters on the wall as if in a trance."Where is the hole", I asked. "The hole is right here in Cincinnati, specifically in Covington. After you're out the door keep walking straight take a couple of right turns and you will see a huge building with its door shaped like a pizza. On the pizza door click on a pepperoni to enter."

"Thanks"

"OH! I almost forgot" she says with a look of relief. " In the elevator click on the fourth floor button to precede to the hole. Kyle try to get a crew. It would be awesome you could get one. Once you have the crew you can get to the leaderboard. Which is on the final floor of the hole, the ninth floor. The hole is pretty much like a video game. Play your cards right and you could be a legend."

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