A young man in his late teens dressed in an odd light-blue uniform floated a few yards above the floor of the colosseum, knees folded into a sitting position, looking down at the flaming lizard below him with calm confusion. He had got himself out of the reach of their spreading fires, but he didn't seem to know what to do next.

There were others here though, with him, fleeing the lizards as they scurried around, but as he searched their faces he didn't recognize a single one. None of his teammates, none of the normal people he knew... none of them even looked like his usual enemies, although he was not certain enough of that to rush to assist anyone.

His only guess was that he was... kidnapped, he guessed? But even then, this situation made absolutely no sense from the perspective of any would-be kidnapper. They hadn't bound him or injured him and they hadn't stolen anything either - he still had his wallet and his watch and some spare change in his pocket. But he had no memory of how he got here - so it had to be a kidnapping, right...?

The young man continued to watch the others around him deal with the salamanders, never bothering to help, until he eventually, idly fished his phone from his pocket. After staring into it with a furrowed brow for a few minutes, he looked up and finally showed some interest in who else was here with him.

Leaning forward, he floated over to the nearest person and looked down at them hesitantly. His hair and clothes rustled gently, as if he were facing a strong breeze blowing up from the floor. If the person were struggling with a salamander, he'd still offer no help.

"Uh... excuse me?" he muttered awkwardly. "You got kidnapped too right?"