A door knock woke Damon up from his short nap, jolting him back to reality.
He cleared his throat, gathering himself as he sat up. "Ahh, fuck," he muttered, feeling the adrenaline wear off and the pain of the punches setting in.
He slowly got up from the table, his muscles aching as he walked towards the door.
He opened the door to find a man in a black uniform standing in the hallway. It was the same guy who had led him to the arena for the weigh-in. "Mr. Cross, congratulations on your debut," the man said, his voice firm and professional.
Damon scratched his head, still trying to shake off the sleep. "Thanks," he replied, his voice gruff from disuse.
The man smiled slightly. "Well, I'm here to lead you to the shower locker room. You must be eager to clean up after that intense fight."
Damon couldn't help but look down at himself, taking in his sweat-stained clothes and the bruises already forming on his skin.
He sniffed, wincing at his own smell. He knew he needed a shower badly. "Okay, wait here," he said, turning back into the room to grab his clothes.
He emerged a moment later, his gear in hand. "Alright, lead the way," he said, following the man out of the room and into the hallway.
As they walked, Damon's eyes took in the unfamiliar surroundings. The hallway was long and narrow, with doors leading off to either side.
The man in black led him to a door at the far end, which he pushed open with a nod. " Locker room showers," he said. "You'll find everything you need in there."
Damon nodded, stepping inside as the man turned to leave. The door closed behind him, and he was alone once more. He took a deep breath, feeling the weight of his exhaustion.
He took a deep breath, feeling the exhaustion start to creep back in. He knew he needed to go to the office and collect his pay, but he just wanted to rest.
Damon forced himself to move, his legs feeling heavy with exhaustion. He wandered around the building, looking for a staff member to ask where the office was.
He walked down a long hallway, his footsteps echoing off the walls. The fluorescent lights overhead cast a bright glow, making him squint.
After a few minutes of walking, he saw a staff member standing at a desk, typing away on a computer.
Damon approached him, clearing his throat to get his attention. "Excuse me," he said, trying to sound clear and concise. "Can you tell me where the office is?"
The staff member looked up, a friendly smile on his face. "Ah, yeah! The office is just down that way," he said, pointing down a nearby hallway. "You can't miss it. Just look for the sign that says 'Office'."
Damon nodded, thanking him, and set off in the direction he had been pointed. He walked for a few minutes, his eyes scanning the doors for the right one. Finally, he saw it - a door with a simple sign that read "Office".
Damon was surprised by how easily he found the office.
He had expected a long search, but instead, he was pointed in the right direction and found it quickly.
He wondered if the building only had one office, or if 'The Office' was just a well-known location.
He stood in front of the door, his hand hesitating for a moment before knocking. KNOCK!! KNOCK!! The sound echoed through the hallway, and a deep voice boomed from inside. "Come in!" it said.
Damon took a deep breath, turned the handle, and pushed the door open.