The man hummed for a couple of seconds. His island kept on hovering around the cylindrical dome, eyeing on all the participants.
"I will explain the rules once everyone has gotten inside," he said. He was holding a scepter that Elliot realized was the item that amplified his voice. Whenever he clicks on the scepter, his voice wouldn't boom throughout the arena.
"I am here!" Another island hovered beside the man. A woman was on top of the island this time. The both of them wore black suits with white inner garments with the woman wearing a skirt while the man wore pants.
The man had a pair of dark glasses on, his hair was pitch black with a goatee in his chin. His look was rugged, like he didn't care for himself that much. If it wasn't for his clean suit, anyone would mistaken him for a poor homeless man.
