Despite my efforts to keep a low profile, they notice me staring at them. A smirk appears on the man's face, and with a flick of his fingers, he sends a few balls of flames toward me. I jump back just in time to see the fire go out on the ground in front of me.

I walk faster, keeping my gaze to the ground. Yet no matter how much I try to ignore my surroundings, I'm aware of others displaying their abilities. There's a girl wielding shards of ice, while another can morph water molecules. Some guys a distance away are having a sword duel, practically flying in the air.

As I pass by them, I feel their curious gazes on me, but I also hear hushed whispers.

Human.

Somehow, they know I'm the weakest link.

Spotting a staff member a distance away, I decide to inquire about food and water.

"There's a canteen on the other side of the complex. It's the only building with a red door. You will need your room card to get supplies," she mentions.

"Thank you," I murmur with a smile. Searching for the building with the red door, my mind replays our conversation as I wonder how we were able to understand each other. Although her language sounded foreign, it was also familiar at the same time and I could somehow understand it.

Maybe it's just a side effect of being in this world? I'll have to question Thea more about it.

After a few failed attempts and even more run-ins with other teams who glare at me snidely, I'm not any closer to finding the building. On the other hand, I'm starting to realize that humans aren't very popular with this crowd.

God, it's almost as if I had the word tattooed on my forehead. Otherwise, how else would everyone know that I'm human?

Shaking my head, I ignore all the sharp glares and snide remarks as I walk farther to the back. It's only after what feels like forever that I come across the red door. Smiling to myself, I go inside the building. There's a lady at the counter, looking bored out of her mind as she rests her head on the table.

"Excuse me." I clear my throat when she doesn't acknowledge my presence.

She lifts her head, raising her brows in question.

"I'm here for food and water?" I force a smile.

"Room number?"

I show her the key and the small tag that says fifty-six. She nods and points me to the left.

"You can grab food and water from there. There's a limit of four items per person per journey," she adds in a robotic tone.

I blink.

"So I'll have to come back if I need more?"

She nods, her attention half drifting away.

Well, there goes my idea of surprising everyone with a meal. But since I'm already here, I decide to go inside and grab at least something.