Living people.
Those caged like beasts and mutant creatures.
In past matches, to make the mutants even more bloodthirsty, the arena personnel not only injected drugs but also put live human bait into the mix, letting the beasts taste blood after killing their prey.
Some people liked to watch that.
But having people fight against each other in the arena was truly a first.
In Southport, without sharp claws or pointed teeth, humans should have been the weakest creatures, yet they were born with hearts full of selfish desires.
How malicious, how maddening.
The twenty people released at once were now unrecognizable.
They were filthy, their hair and nails packed with dirt, some even dragging blackened feet, their clothes ragged, resembling walking corpses.
The host shouted from the high platform, "If you can kill the person in front of you, you will be set free!"
Freedom, like air, always seemed most precious when lost, irreplaceable.
