Ivan
"The only weapon is your mind," The guardian in front of the doors warned. Something I already knew. You weren't allowed to take weapons inside. "Everything you have on you is permitted. If you find a weapon within and you can claim it, then it is yours. However, such things must be earned. You will face the seven and everything they represent. To know the pattern you will take, choose from the box."
He pointed to a large black box on a pedestal. It looked plain, but I've learned that appearances mean nothing here. Something simple could be worthless to one person and priceless to another. What mattered was that it was important to you. That didn't change the fact that I felt like I shouldn't be here, and my motivation to win wasn't like other people's. Still, I couldn't turn back.
