You were kidnapped and used for many things, but your masters eventually tire of you.

Dread grips you as they tell you what they plan for you.

Like with dog fights, you are going to be used for baiting, where a skilled fighter will fight you, for the enjoyment of the crowds, before the actual fight.

You are thrown into a pit as the crowd cheers. You scramble to your feet just in time to see a 6’10 man in a hood reach for you.

“Come here, little maus. You shouldn’t be here.” He smiles.