"How does magic work?"

"Well we control energy and use it to create- there are many forms of magic, but most magic’s are tangible"

"Tangible?"

"It means it has a designated effect, "shadow bolt" would cause fear and pain, but is not dealt on percentages, and it’s based off of concrete numbers"

"So if magic exists, then do stats exist as well? I imagine this world is similar to a fantasy game, but before all that, how do you know all this knowledge?"

"Well in the far past many others also came to this world, we gained many inventions and new knowledge."

"Why these shabby houses then? Just magic up something better"

"Its a waste when our houses are destroyed every other day- this isn’t a fortress. The reason I've told you this is to have you join our group"

"Group?"

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"Yes, an alliance, are you stupid or slow? We need more people from parallel worlds. You don't have a choice in this matter by the way."

Vera stands and tries to run, afraid of the man. "I haven't told you my name, it's Figura Shifter, you've been lucky to meet us- we speak the same language or we would have just killed you. A piece of advice, this world has kind people, but we are far and few in-between"

"Bull shit" Vera trembles out

The guard drags Vera out and throws him into a strange pit.

'where am I?' Vera panics and then starts to cry once again,

'Fuck fuck fuck, no, kill those bastards, survive, I have to survive, I have to survive."

He looks around, tears still on his face and his body tense.

He sees a cobble floor, looking up, no ceiling, just darkness

Finding others around him, he asks them what to do

They reply that to leave, we need to be skilled, whatever that means and they send down food every day.

Vera goes and sits in the corner, waiting for a chance to grab food during the food drop.