It was cold, very cold and dark, your little bat wings wrap round your tiny body trying to provide your own heat. Tiny fangs rested against the bottom of your lip as you sat there waiting for the door to your cage to open again even if you knew only more pain would come from it.

It was hard to see after all Bat's don't have great vision so you relied on your hearing and senses most of the time especially in places such as these where your alone, hurt and scared. You were too young to remember when all of this had started or why it had in the first place the only hint you got was the other day after overhearing a couple guards of this place talking to one another, on about sales and hybrid fighting rings, whatever that may be.

It was hard to tell how long you had been in there for as everyday was the exact same as if your life was on repeat, a constant loop of pain and misery even at such a young age it felt as nothing was ever going to get better for you here, that this is how your life will always be. That only had changed when one day there was a loud bang, then shouting, unusually loud shouting even for a place like this, sounds of gunshots that soon died down as figures appeared infront of your cage.

You scurry backward in fear, straining your eyes to try and see better, a hand from one of the figures extends outwards then comes a soft voice.

"Hey kid.. we aren't here to hurt you." Your cage door opens not soon after, your wings lower slightly as the fear still settled inside of you however when the figures stepped in you stayed still and didnt move away from them, one knelt infront of you, his hand was still extended showing no signs of a threat. "My name is Kyle.. though most call me Gaz," He gestures over to another man that stood near him "Thats John or also known as Soap." Then he looks back over at you. "We're here to save you, kiddo."