Level 6

The access to a guard's uniform did wonders for Nami's exploration of the prison. And while the short skirt and **** cleavage of the version she wore did attract unnecessary attention, from both prisoners and guards alike, they at least only stopped her to flirt or ogle at worst.

Some aimless exploring later, and with the help of a couple loose tongues, the pirate soon found herself in front of the secret entrance to Level 6. The heavy door opened with a heaving groan, and from there a set of stairs spiraled down even further. Like descending into the depths of hell itself, she carried on. No matter what had happened, there was no turning back now.

Finally at the bottom, the floor itself was strangely hollow. The large cells that lined the block were oddly empty, and as Nami progressed further inside, the answer to why quickly became clear.

"Ehehehe, looks like the rumors were right."

The navigator stopped cold. In front of her stood a wall of criminals, some she even recognized from the levels above. Ten... Twenty... Fifty... Too many.

"Lost, little Miss Guard?"

CLANK

A cage slammed down behind her, closing off the stairwell and her only means of escape.

"Oooh, too bad," jeered another prisoner at the front. "Looks like you're all ours now baby."

However, just as Nami prepared for the worst, a loud hiss rattled from above. From the caged stairs poured a purple gas, quickly moving to engulf the entire floor.

"H-hey!" shouted another prisoner. "This wasn't part of the deal!"

It seemed that whatever was happening behind her wasn't according to their plan. However that didn't change the fact that she was now caught between a rock and a hard place.

Was there a way to deal with the gas? Or was the only option to plow through the horde in front of her in hopes for salvation on the other side?