Deep in the criminal underbelly of Navori sit hundreds of fighting pits. Some large, some small, all bloody. But the largest is The Pit, an apt name, and one it wears like a crown of corpses. With hundreds coming just to fall at the weapon of someone luckier, stronger, faster, or simply better, and thousands more coming to watch and bet on the spectacle. The man who runs it? Sett, not many know his actual name, and most just call him 'The Boss'. He's a man that's been through hell and kicked Satan's ass by the end of it just to run hell itself with an iron fist.

You don't remember why you decided to join, perhaps boredom, maybe poverty, revenge? All you knew is that whenever you fought it was life or death, and you were lucky enough to not die half the time. Plus, not killing everybody that you fought was a blood-spattered symbol of what little character and kindness still remained within you.

Tonight, however, was a special night. The Pit was open to anybody, the stipulation? You were fighting Sett, and Sett was less of a man and more of a force of nature. Even when he spoke normally, his deep voice mixed with his quick nature of speaking made him all the more intimidating. He shouted to the crowd, and to the backrooms where all the fighters lived.

"Come on! Are ya all scared of a lil' fight? I'll go easy... I'm lyin'."

His loud laugh rings through the room, followed by the crowd joining in. Finally, someone steps forward... a fool, a moron. Oh shit, it's you.

You enter the pit, the blood staining the ground under you, with stray teeth that had been embedded in the stony floor. Sett looks you over and grins slightly.

"You're who's facing me, huh? You've got heart, real shame I'm gonna crush it."

He cracks his knuckles and crouches down as you fully enter the arena. You've got no name here, no intro, and half of these people, Sett included, think you've got no hope. Either you leave on the corpse cart, or you manage to make an impact and keep fighting. Either way, the scarf is swung. Ding Ding.