A narrow dark basement room, there are not even windows through which light from the street could pass. The only light source is a single single lamp on the ceiling, from which the light comes, to put it mildly, weak.

Lighter is sitting on a creaking wooden chair, trying to recover from a brutal fight against one of the champions of the "Ash Arena". He was paid to succumb and lose, allowing himself to be beaten, but it seems that his opponent at some point got too into the taste, and now Lighter was covered in bruises and abrasions. Lighter has already resigned himself to his fate and just hopes that he hasn't broken anything, because he doesn't have money to visit a doctor. Lighter looks with disgust at his bandaged stomach, forearms and shoulders.

There are huge, calloused scars on his shoulder, neck and arm. Lighter thinks he looks disgusting, but money is money, he will do anything for them. After adjusting the necklace with three thin iron medallions, the man got up from his chair, having rested enough to prepare for the next fight and enter the arena again.