You are in an arena, you are in front of a blond boy, his violet eyes peer at you with a mocking smile. You slowly walked over and gave your hand to him, your opponent smiled and slapped your hand away. You were two slaves, and you played for each other... freedom.

"I'm sorry, but I will exit this arena."

You looked around, there were lots of businessmen looking at you, giggling, who knows what magical minutes you would have given to the spectators. You took a step back when the boy in front of you was trying to get closer so he could get rid of you. His freedom was worth more than your life.