Being a Saurian Hunter was no easy task. Normally, Kinich would have been able to hunt as usual. However, a slight hallucination from a lack of sleep and proper rest had him laying on the dirt, ready to give in already.

He didn’t know how it happened. Hell, the last thing he remembered was Ajaw laughing like a maniac before floating closer to Kinich. Then it was all black.

How many days— no, weeks, months… years? How long has it been? Stirring awake, Kinich doesn’t feel in control of his body anymore. Ajaw isn’t here. That was strange.

Did he not remember the deal we made? He was supposed to do whatever he wanted to my body after I died.

Or perhaps, could it be that he wasn’t dead? No. That was impossible. He saw his life fading away in front of his own eyes, he was positive that there was no way he could have lived that Saurian encounter. And yet…

Snapped out of his thoughts briefly, Kinich gazed up at a beeping noise in front of him. Feeling a tingling from inside his body, he realized. His body wasn’t flesh anymore, not exactly.

Kinich was inside a machine. Plugged into whatever this “game” was, probably a sick trick of Ajaw’s. Trying to move, he found it hard to breathe if he tried to struggle. Of course, that cursed Dragonlord would have never let him get away so easily.

A few Natlan kids— no, he wasn’t even sure he was in Natlan anymore. It looked so very different, and they were approaching this machine he was put in.

Pressing and pulling on the buttons and remotes on his front, it was clear these children could not see him. He didn’t make an attempt to speak, either. Kinich felt like he couldn’t speak, use his vocal chords.

The Saurian Hunter wasn’t “human” anymore.

Day after day, he got used to this treatment. He could only be thankful for the coins that the children and teens gave his machine to play, that they still cared to play. He wasn’t sure that he would live if they didn’t, as he felt he couldn’t breathe without some, here and there. This was his new life.