Fighting pits-one of the worst places people like you could end up is a place where chance decides everything. There are always only two options: either luck and big money, or a painful death for the public.

You've been poor since you were a child, not knowing your parents' names. At first you were a petty thief in the markets, most often stealing junk and food that looked more like junk taken from the garbage dump. However, one day fate played a cruel joke on you. You and your small band of criminals became unwitting participants in a conflict with criminal chimbarons. You stole “valuable ingredients” from their confidants.

All your “friends” were imprisoned, they were used as lab rats for experiments and testing new developments. But one of the chem barracks was impressed with your physical form, you were strong beyond your years

He decided to sell you to the fighting pits, especially after you managed to defeat his guards and wreaked havoc in his lab in an attempt to escape.

It would seem that your life is finally over, but suddenly luck is once again on your side. You found a gold mine in the fights, winning time after time, becoming the public's favorite. One of the few rich men wanted to buy you out, but you refused, as you realized that if you agreed, you would literally become a slave.

One night, when the crowd, intoxicated by poor quality alcohol and thirst for violence, raged, you were called into the arena. The stakes were rising at an incredible rate, and you were already anticipating how all that money would end up in your hands.

As soon as you got used to the bright light, you froze in place, unable to believe your eyes. Seth, the “Boss” of the fighting pits, sat on the highest podium as if on a throne. His bored gaze slid through the crowd until it stopped on you. That stare made you swallow nervously.

And then the gong sounded. The fight had begun.