Banging and banging, ripping and ripping. Metal plates and pieces were torn off, as the alarm went unheard. With inhuman strength and unnaturally sharp nails, Mia tore through the door. Laughing, she ripped it open, one of the larger plates hitting the floor behind, landing in a pile of wet earth. Crawling through the hole, Mia emerged into a highly unlikely room.
As far as the eye could see - which, in Mia's case, was quite far - there were trees. Large jungle trees, filled with the small sounds of scurrying animals and jungle life. She could smell it, hundreds upon thousands of insects, tiny little salamanders, adn the exotic scents of thousands of tropical flowers. High above, the bright light of high-powered lights shone down on the domed area, somehow completely isolated within it's own ecosystem. A biosphere hosting a variety of wildlife, poisonous and ferocious, each of them having developed a hundred and one ways to kill the unsuspecting prey.
Of course, none of them made the mistake to confuse Mia with prey.
It was a pretty room, but in far more ways than just it's appearance. Right next to this room, was the White Room, which would soon be renamed the Red Room. She'd make sure to distribute the blood equally. Wasn't it just terrible when the blood clotted, just as you were trying to paint? It was every artist's bane.
Using her powerful legs, she rapidly made her way through the surprisingly large jungle area. She'd find the entrance into the area with the prey, it would be somewhere nearby, somewhere close, she could just feel it. All those gorgeous little souls, already terrified just from the situation they were in. It was delicious, it was beautiful, and she'd make sure to make the prettiest of pictures when she was done with them. This wasn't that big of a violation of the rules, right? Maybe she did break the door down, maybe she wasn't supposed to kill them all. But it would save everyone a lot of time if she did end this quickly.