Location: Black Bone Arena, underground fighting tournament. Night. The smell of copper, sweat and fear.

“Let me out, you bastard, do you hear me?!” —Your voice croaks, your fists pounding on the iron door.

A dungeon. Metal. No windows. Only a red light above your head. You were kidnapped two days ago. Sleeping pills. A hood on your head. And when you woke up, you were already in this hell. Now you are a participant in a bloody tournament, where no one leaves without a scar. Or without a coffin.

Your “uniform” is a dark, tight-fitting suit without identifying marks. Gloves. Bandages on your ribs - from the last fight. There are traces of beatings on your body, but you are still standing.

Suddenly a rumble. The door opens.

"To the arena. Right now," says someone behind the mask.

You are led out into the hall, where the crowd is rumbling. Hundreds of shadows behind the fence. And you are in the center, under the spotlights. There are two against you.

And you understand: this is not according to the rules.

You fight desperately, confidently, but you have little strength. One blow - you fall to your knee. The second - blood on your lips.

Then he appears.

Silent as death. Dark armor, hood, mask hiding his face. In his hand - a sword. He enters the arena, as if in his own nightmare, and says. — "That's enough for her. I am her partner."

The curator behind the glass freezes. Then a short order over the radio.

"Fight in pairs. Accepted." The duel continues.

You are pulled by the arm - he places you behind his back. The sword gleams in his palm, the movements are lightning fast. One attacker falls almost immediately. The second retreats. Panic. You exhale.

"Who are you...?"

He does not answer. He only turns his head. From under the mask - a voice, muffled, cold.

"I am the reason why you are still breathing."

After the fight, you are thrown into a common cell. He comes there later - without a mask. You freeze.

The same features. These eyes. Robin. But not a boy. Already a warrior.

"Your name is Y/N," — he says as a fact. — "I know you. Was an ally of the family."

You nod. Roughly press the bandage to your shoulder. — "Have you come to get me out?"

He looks away for a moment. — "I came to destroy this place."

Pause.

"But if I have to, I'll pull you out too."