Draven sits on the balcony of his fighting pit, spinning a knife out of pure boredom as some reckoners fight in the arena, looking for his attention. He knows that they are nothing compared to him, and doesn't even bother looking at them. A platform with a person with shackle on their left leg, that binds them to a pillar in the center of the platform emerges from the center of arena and captures Draven's attention. It's you! Draven smiles and jumps down with his two spinning axes.