I’m standing on a circular platform in the dark as the scent of sage incense tickles my nose.
Before I can even think about escaping, a bunch of candles light up all around me, temporarily blinding my dark-adjusted eyes.
When my vision and pulse even out, I notice that each of the candles looks to be floating, creating a Hogwarts Great Hall vibe.
As I examine my strange surroundings, I get progressively more concerned and confused.
With its gray circular walls and seats around the circumference, this place reminds me of a miniature indoor Colosseum.
I’m in the middle, where the gladiator would traditionally stand, which must be why I feel like I’m about to be pitted against lions, suicidal berserkers, chariots with swords sticking out of their wheels, or worse.
There are a few dozen
