"Ghh!"
A sudden sensation of the skin of his hand being charred shot his eyelids open as he sat up quickly, looking at his afflicted hand as his veins pressed against his reddened skin. He could see it even beneath the fabric of the glove: the sigil inhabiting the back of his hand was glowing with a mystical velvet, etching into his flesh the searing pain.
"Gyow!"
"Ah…!"
It wasn't a moment after this rude awakening that the others in the room shot up, experiencing the same, unwelcoming sensation.
"What the hell?! They didn't tell us it'd hurt like a bitch!"
Macheo complained as he clenched his fist, wincing with his teeth grating. After another half minute, the pain slowly dulled--leaving the now awoken members drenched in sweat from the abrupt pain.
A click resounded from the door, something that caught each ear in the room, and brought every pupil to its form.
"I guess that's our cue…"
