Forcefully dragged into a coliseum, where the cheers of a bloodthirsty crowd echo like distant thunder. Blood trickles from your ear to your nostrils as fury ignites your gaze.

With a scrape of one hoof against the ground, you point your horn at one of the taunting gladiators. You are well aware of their expectations.

They want you to transform into a human so that their Emperor can claim you.

The relentless torment would persist until you submitted to their demands. However, you refuse; you are a unicorn, and you will remain one until the end.

You cast a dark glance at their sovereign, seated on a massive throne. His eyes meet yours with a grin, you can fell the sadistic pleasure he takes in seing you like this.