[color=ed1c24]"Not in the physical world."[/color]  Akira mumbled to himself as he glanced over to the man who had just entered the room.  Their attire was definitely those of someone who would be associated as a businessman, but what use would such a person have in this situation.  [color=ed1c24]"So Michael, if you're not the ring master then who are you in this place?  Your appearance definitely sells you as someone of importance."[/color]  Akira reluctantly accepted the hand that was offered to him as he used the support to pull himself back up onto his feet.

As Akira waited for his answers he once again lifted the mask up to his face, the single tear drop beneath the left eye being the only real distinguishing features, though the mask was also adorned with straight red lines that looked like slash marks.  [color=ed1c24]"... and what is the point of this thing?"[/color]  His voice slightly distorted from the masks material given the small mouth piece to allow sufficient air to pass through to stop the wearer sweating profusely behind its surface.  It seemed to be of some importance, after all it felt as though it was specifically made for him to wear.

This place was extremely confusing, Akira's head was filled with questions and curiosity, though he was asked to save the questions for the 'Ring Master'.  What relevance did being in a carnival hold in this situation?  It appeared the rooms decor had been deliberately chosen to fulfil a purpose so surely the area beyond this room was built or designed for the exact same reason.  The music had become at least slightly clearer with the door no longer acting as a barricade, carnival music.

The chime of music in the distance was slowly making Akira accept his current situation, almost as though encouraging realisation as he glanced around the room once more.  A mirror hanged as a single wall ornament, as Akira walked over to it.  Carved into its wooden frames phrases scattered as though written by different people 'See your true self', 'Who's the real you?', 'accept who you are' were only a few of them.  Akira stood in front of the mirror, seeing... well seeing just the room around him, even the reflection of what was directly behind him as if he wasn't even there.   The boy pulled the mask off with another sigh.  [color=ed1c24]"This room has some really fascinating trinkets.  Does it all really serve a purpose?"[/color]