Jimi Stringer is parkouring over various dangerous traps. These include giant spinning wheels that are filled with flames all around,spiky walls and spikes on the floor,explosive rockets filled with deadly azbizoazide azide. He also casually dodges blasts of lasers from incoming drones,that hover across the arena. He ducks ,then throws a metal plate at one of them. He throws it with a force so strong that the plate cuts through one of the cubical drones. He then leaps foward,makes a fourteen meter jump and slams the other drone with his ankle. The machine gets crushed to many pieces,which looks like mosaic puzzles!

 He then turns around to continue his training. Metallic soldier grabs one of the stone pillars,and then crouches on it,only to push foward from it,while spinning. While doing so,he avoids vines made out of steel that have chainsaws attached to them. After doing so,Stringer goes through glass tunnel and approaches a small slippery hill with floating platforms that move across from side to side. Stringer jumps and wall jumps of one of them and grabs across a pole that was on one the top of the hill.

 He looks besides him to see a finish line,which is a red bandage glued to two metallic pillars beside it.

- Ah! Now we're done!

 Stringer begans approaching the finish line proudly. His metal feet clanking across the training room. Just another successful day of training,or so he thought.

 The electricity in the room gets turned off,one of the lights breaks apart,a glass shattering noise is heard,as the room gets swallowed by darkness.

- Excuse me,but what the!?

 He looks around,seemingly confused. What just happened? Why did the lights turn off? Doesn't this factory have the biggest budget in the entire galaxy? This is so confusing.

- Ah! Jimi Stringer,one of Hero Factory's army most well respected individual. How... Passionate. How... Interesting. How... Lucky I am to meet you,Stringer...

 The voice is soothing,but cold. It's enough to make a tough man have chill throrough his spine,but that's not scary for Jimi Stringer.

- Who are you?! How about you show yourself,huh? It'd be a lot easier to crush you into a metal can!

 Jimi Stringer confidently exclaims,seemingly not losing courage. However,that courage later will end up useless for him,as a red eye glares behind him.

- Behind you, oh hero!

 Darkness rushes its tongue.