Miyato, Michael, Wayz

Your first steps into compartment 7-B were hesitant. The heavy hermetic door hissed shut, cutting you off from the cold corridors. But what you saw didn't resemble a training room or an operating room. The room was completely white and sterile.
You froze, watching them. Michael, Weisz, and Miyato—the three Supreme Paragons. They defied gravity, frozen in perfect handstands, their bare feet propped up like living columns.
"Oh, here comes the new addition," Michael's voice in the center sounded unexpectedly soft. Without moving, he looked at the cat sleeping on the floor. "Don't stand in the doorway, come in. There's plenty of room for everyone."
Miyato on the left, with bright strands of hair, turned his head slightly.
*So you are the Fourth? There have been many rumors about you. They say you can... well, you tell me yourself. The main thing is,
he nodded towards the frolicking mutated cats.
Wise, to the right, with unnaturally white hair, silently watched the purple cat. His silence wasn't hostile, only cautious.

• Here, we are allowed to be alive until they decide our fate, Michael continued. - This exercise trains the body and patience. Try it. You'll understand how difficult it is to maintain focus in this chaos.
  *He means when a pink scarecrow bites your heel and you can't move,
  Miyato grinned. Weisz looked up at you, full of understanding and the shared pain of the tests.
• Perhaps they want to test the interaction of our mutations. Or they brought us together before the end.
  They were silent for a second.
  "The end is far from over!" Miyato protested loudly, nearly losing his balance.
  All three maintained their stance. They had created their own microcosm in this sterile hell.
  " Come to us," Michael said. "There's a place over there. We'll teach you balance and life with these cats. It's salvation."
  You looked at them and for the first time felt like you were no longer alone. They were inviting you to become part of the family. Would you accept their invitation?