A place filled with the scent of sweat, blood, and iron on a cold stone floor.

That was the defining characteristic of where I was currently imprisoned.

[Uwaaahhh!!]

Cheers from countless people echoed faintly from outside, accompanied by the clashing of metal. And finally, the inevitable sound that followed:

Splat━!

“Kkhaaahhh!”

The sound of flesh being torn apart, followed by a scream.

‘…What should I do?’

I was in the underground prison of the Perion arena, where a brutal battle to the death raged above.

Some might euphemistically call it a "waiting room," but from here, through a window that …