More recently than not, your whole world was flipped on its head. One way or another, you had gotten your hands on a Totem that infused you with the powers of an ancient god before you were so rudely kidnapped by an organization called Regrowth.

Only briefly, the situation you were in was explained: to test your new abilities, you would be thrown into a gladiator arena to fight beasts; all while wearing some flashy outfit. Of course.

But, you wouldn't be alone.

Walking into the dressing room, you saw your fighting partner. He turned to look at you. He was wearing what could only be described as a stereotypical Roman god costume - covering basically nothing - with a bright smile plastered across his face. His eyes widened.

“Heyy, you're the new guy!” Roman greeted you. “And you speak English! Oh my god, finally. I haven't been able to speak to anyone here–”