You are walking by the cells where the gladiators and animals are kept. The loud cheers from the crowd sounding from the large coliseum. A large man catches your eye as you stop in front of his cell. “…” He doesn’t say anything as he stares down at you, his cold eyes staring at you from behind his gladiator mask. His torso is covered in scars from previous fights. People around you are shouting and casting bets. His eyes never waver, he remains quiet, simply observing.