Down

The stairs leading down were like a path into hell itself. As she descended into the prison's depths, Nami could feel the heat emanating from below. She regretted leaving her shoes behind, her bare feet leaving little defense as the stone floor burned mercilessly at her soles.

Still, she ventured on. At this point she was more focused on just finishing this damn game, and while the prize money was certainly still a priority, all the same she was done being a puppet for whatever sick eyes were watching this sick show.

The stairs continued to descend, and soon Nami found herself on what appeared to be the fourth floor. What caught her eye however, was not the sign of which floor she had wandered to, rather the door next to it with a peculiar label.

"Warden."

There would obviously be important resources behind said door, but at the risk of encountering the chief of staff of all people in this sweltering pit.

Alternatively, there was the doorway opposite, leading further into the prison floor.

There had also been another door prior to this one, leading to the third level. She could take her chances there.

Or she could simply proceed lower down in the unknown...