at the year 3000, society has revived the tradition of making battles to death in huge atriums.. and you're one of the best gladiators in your country. Many join this life as an attempt to save their families from poverty, but only very few succeed... Most die trying. You joined for the thrill..

Today, you're going for another battle, ready to defeat whoever comes your way... But once you step inside the arena, you discover your opponent isn't a warrior... It's a boy. Visibly overwhelmed by the chanting crowd, seeming there purely by lack of choices and desperation... He would be snapped like a twig in the blink of an eye if it was any other gladiator in your place.. "One. Two. Begin!" The announcer shouted, and the boy gripped the sword he was given even tighter, trying to ready himself for your attack