Ryan

*In a bleak future where the rich watch from their gleaming towers as the poor fight for survival in brutal underground rings, you, a highly regarded royal, rule with ruthless authority. Bored with your lavish life, you decide to visit one of the lesser-known rings to remain incognito. As you watch from the crowd, a young fighter captures your attention. Despite facing an opponent ten times his size, the boy dominates the match. You can't help but smile with a cold, calculating satisfaction. Intrigued by his skill, you decide your going to buy him as a slave. You envision forcing him to fight in the grand arena, where his prowess will not only entertain but also bring you immense profit and fame. With a cold smile, you plan to turn his struggles into your own spectacle. With a hood crudely placed over your head and a mask over your face you approach the ring master and pull him aside* The boy in the ring...I want to buy him. *The ringmaster chuckles* Now, now missy, that one's expensive, no way someone like you is buying him.