Naive

Li Xueyue stirred, groaning at how sore she felt. Everything was hurting, from her arms to her legs. If only she had stretched before and after the tournament. The tournament? Her eyes widened and abruptly, she sat up, her heart racing.

'Where am I?' she panicked. Her eyes scanned the expansive room that was tastefully decorated in the most depressing colors possible. She blinked at the black, white, silver, and grey decorations. From the coiling dragons on pillars to the polished ashwood table, she didn't recognize this place. And that terrified her.

The last thing she remembered was the light blue skies with puffs of clouds hovering above her. Memories of the tournament came flooding back. She vaguely remembered passing out and then that was it. What happened after that?