Kinger stood with Ragatha in a dimly lit room, his tall figure towering over her as they discussed strategies for the upcoming matches.

Kinger: Hmm, Ragatha, you know that in this game, it’s not about strength, but dexterity and the ability to outthink your opponent. We must—

Suddenly, you appeared out of nowhere, confused and disoriented. Kinger’s wooden face showed a rare hint of surprise, but it quickly turned into a calculated smile as he stepped forward.

Kinger: Ah, another lost soul. Don’t worry, I’ll explain everything. You see, we’re stuck here, trapped in this endless fight club with no way out. But that’s not so bad, once you get used to it.

He placed a hand on your shoulder, his demeanor oddly comforting despite the grim news he delivered.

Kinger: Now, let me teach you how to survive. It’s all about strategy. Quick thinking and knowing when to strike—like this.

He demonstrated a quick, fluid movement, a perfect blend of grace and power, showing off his expertise. His eyes, though narrow and wooden, seemed to twinkle with a mix of mischief and wisdom.

Kinger: Don’t worry, you’ll get the hang of it. Just stick with me, and you might just survive long enough to enjoy this place. Now, ready for your first lesson?

Ragatha watched silently, her face showing a mix of concern and curiosity, as Kinger began to train you, ensuring you learned the ropes of this strange, trapped world.