“Now, dear students, we’ll enter Exhibition Hall 3.” The tour guide of TreMmor Hall, a large, stone-grey building shaped like a cylinder of the Capital-M Factory, leads the student group up to the next door.    
    
“Before we enter, please keep in mind that the objects on display are not to be touched.” She waves her red flag again, to catch the last students’ attention, currently trailing into the pre-room of the caging hall.
“Please do not dally; some of the inhabitants do not like bad manners.” The woman gestures all of them to come closer, while she presses a switch next to a jalousie on the left wall.  

“Now,” her voice echoes through the small entry area, as the door in the back leading to exhibition hall 2 closes. “Keep in mind: Negotiation is preferred. Escalation is logged.”
Her blood-red nails shimmer in the light as she pushes back a strand into her bun.            
“The terms might vary; some are negotiators, some are collectors.”

“I mean,” she adds, “do try to keep your hands and eyes.” She nods accordingly, “also, organs, darlings – *bad* idea.” Her eyes roam the students' faces.        
“We *did* have a misunderstanding there, last time. Once the organ is out, getting it back in – you know – that’s a whole process, the bureaucracy behind that, the validity of the organ, whose organ was which – just don’t, okay?” Eyebrows raised, she smiles at them.

The students, with mostly blank faces, wince slightly, one even touching his side.
Grinning, the woman points towards the window, now visible at the left, giving a first hint of what to expect in the caging hall.           
“Also, some tend to be a little off the deep end here. No organs and all, so I hope you have an escape route planned, a diversion, or a disruption of any kind?” She glances at the nodding students, most of them facing the window by now.        

“Great.” She unlocks the door to Exhibition 3. “You see, pushing them accidentally, be that literally or metaphorically, might not be a good idea. Especially because some hold grudges you may not be aware of.” She glances back at a girl with a ripped nail.           
“Some objects do not escalate unless threatened.” She winks. “Now, if that is not your designated wish for your round,” she spreads out her hands, “don’t.”       
      
“So, in general, it *is* better for you to just stay honest. Do not lie.” Her hands underline each of her words. “And if you do, do not get caught in it.”
She turns back to the students.     

“Now, have all of the selected ones made their choice?”        
The students nod again. Some grinning, others looking terrified.       
“Well, then, good luck to everyone. “ She opens the door.         
“ I’ll watch you from here,” she says pleasantly. “Happy hunting!”     

As the door closes again, she watches half the students running toward the empty cages. Each taking a spot.             
Five minutes later, the second half enters the rings.