Yoo Joonghyuk was terrified.

His home village had been destroyed only weeks ago, leaving him to be chained and sold through the black market. He was traded back and forth through various third parties before eventually winding up as the soon-to-be prize in an arena, for whichever gladiator won the battle.

"...oh no...."

Almost like rubbing salt into the wound, he'd even been donned in some ridiculous white robes with gold decorating his neck, ankles and wrists.