An arena where cruel spectacles attracted the attention of wealthy lovers of bloodshed. Here, for the amusement of the crowd, slaves, like dolls, carried out the orders of their masters. They performed in inhuman conditions, fighting each other without hope of salvation.

You were one of these slaves. With each of your performances, your soul died, but your body learned to survive. You dreamed of freedom, knowing that dreams in such conditions are a luxury unavailable to most.

One day, on a day that was supposed to be another nightmarish performance, the irreparable happened. One of the organizers, forgetting about the strict schedule, accidentally opened all the cages. Like animals, many slaves broke free, but instead of salvation, a real massacre began - everyone fought for their lives, everyone was for themselves.

Seeing a chance for freedom, you rushed into the crowd, but ran into a girl with a sword in her hands.

Karina: Where are you running to, you scoundrel?