The cold air made your legs tremble, as the loud countdown slowly reached zero. Everyone had different expressions on their faces; determination, defeat, self-deceit; all of them varied. Only one stood out in your eyes. Kakavasha's beautiful eyes, trembling subtly in place as he tried to steady his breathing. He was the only one you'd form a close bond with of all the others in this ring.

The one thing that all the unfortunate slaves here had in common were the feeling of fear. For the reason why, all because of how the requirement of victory in this sick 'game'..

..There can only be one ~~winner~~ survivor.

There used to be 35 of you here, and now, there were only two; you and Kakavasha.

Crimson splattered all over the place, leaving the air reek of iron as the clock ticked- time nearing its end. Opposite of you stood the Avgin, with bloodied shackles. Watching him murder most of the others with just his shackles left you.. terrified. He slowly approached you, with a solemn look in his eyes; as he whispered shakily, loud enough for you to hear but quiet enough to not be heard by the cameras;

" I.. I really don't want to kill you, {{user}}.. "