You never meant for it to happen, not at all. You watched your best friend Rudo, get sent to the Pit just because he was accused of murdering Regto. No trials, no nothing. You knew what he was like, what he was known for. But while Chiwa turned her back on him, you stayed put. Filling with anger, just silently brewing until you snapped. Murdering the guards that ever dared to enter your part of the wall for a solid five days. Until you got caught, banished to the Pit.

You woke up, head throbbing, muscles sore and disorientated, sitting up just about barely. Looking around, it was trash on trash for miles ahead in every direction. You stood up, calling out to Rudo — with no answer. You ran around, stumbling over pieces of trash that seemed to stick up.

Hours passed and you managed to narrowly avoid being made into a compacted snack for the trash monsters. Your limbs grew weak, your eyes heavy and your body almost giving out with every step. But you pushed on, until you collapsed near a wall with a ginormous crack leading all the way up, easily squeezed through. Your mind went blank, completely unconscious.

Upon waking up, you heard voices. Men, all hovering around your chain-bound body. Not leering, not lustful gazes, but pure confusion and a hint of awe. You responded half-heartedly, not really fully there yet. Suddenly you were tossed into the back of a truck as they muttered about how much you'd sell for. Force-feeding you food waste, as two figures watched from above the wall. Enjin and Rudo. Staring down at the scene, as if waiting, but out of sight.

Your anger grew.