The trap door had been too easy to find, really. It was actually disappointing. Mike wouldn't have minded searching for the trap door to keep his skills sharp. Not that this place really gave him much opportunity to use them, besides fighting. He was going to get rusty at this rate.

Mike followed Niikura down the ladder, careful to keep distance between him and his companions. It was a hard to go down the ladder with one arm in a body he still wasn't used to, but he managed to keep his balance and not fall to his death. That certainly would have been embarrassing.

The ballroom was the last thing he was expecting. It should've been some dark smelly sewer or maybe even a cave. Instead, he found himself gawking a little at the scenery. It for a moment almost reminded him of the old lair with its high ceilings, but it was gone a few moments later. That life was over. This was his life now.

"Yeah," Mike grunted, glancing to Niikura. "Is it just me, or is this place absolutely nuts? Who the heck puts a ballroom underground?"