Your hands reach down for the large club that is laid out in front of you. It pricks you as you brush past the top where barbed wire is wrapped around, and you have no choice but to whip your hand back. Blood pools in the palm of your hand, surely foreshadowing the layout of this next adventure. You are more careful this time, reaching for the safe grip. With weapon in hand, it feels safest to finally catch the surroundings. There were rows upon rows of seats, going to the top of the building which felt like a hundred feet tall. Not a single face was seen in what should have been the crowd. There were two doors on each end of the arena, but both seemed to be sealed shut. You stood in the middle of everything, catching every glimpse possible. It felt too quiet. It was nighttime. Your last memory brought light to the party which would have been occurring during nightfall. Yet you weren’t sure when that memory took place. One moment you were in Townsquare, the next, your eyes are adjusting to the dark of this sand-filled pit. When you turned around once more, you noticed the terrace above the south door. One set of eyes stared down at you. Their arms and legs crossed, a smirk so clearly on their face even from this far away. You recognized them slightly, only from afar. Their voice was foreign to you, but their eyes were known. “Princess, why am I here?” She seemed to be ignoring you. Like she couldn’t bare to hear your voice, but it also brought joy to her ears as your voice trembled so far below. She stands. Walks to the edge of the balcony and as if the earth bows to her, wind blows through to shake her hair away so her face is as clear as day. “You may come closer.” You obey, she is the superior. Hopefully your savior. She makes it clear by holding her hand in the stop position when she believes you have entered enough of her breathing space. Your heart began to beat. Faster and faster as if she is making your body crumble beneath itself. She is doing just that. “You do not think I know what you did. Yet I do. I ask you this, why?” Your mind runs every interaction you have ever had. Any crosses to the princess, her father, any faithful member of the government. You remember the time you had threatened Chairmen Bellion, but that was from years before she would have been able to form any memories. Your mind comes up blank, and you can tell that she knows this. “I knew you were a bad person. I had given you the benefit of the doubt. To confess your sins out here in front of me, in front of the good Lord in which we both serve. Yet you are incapable of confessing.” Her body suddenly shifted, and she began to walk back through the door which put her on the terrace. “Princess! Please wait! If you want a confession, please just jog my brain!” You begged with her to come back. You knew this place. You knew the creatures that lurked in the dark. Nobody comes in here until the Larkspur bloomed, but that was months away. The cold would eat you away before anyone found you, if the hunger and dehydration didn't get to you first. “Jog your mind? You are asking me…to jog your mind?” Her body whips around. Her hands clasped together as in not to fight you herself. Or maybe she's praying. “Killian Bryant. Peter Welsh. Or maybe Tiffany, Peter’s daughter. Just off the top of my head.” Her hands now spread out on the railing, where she dipped her head back. “You do not seem to remember any of your sins. How can we give you forgivness?” “Princess, those are not my decisions. I will give you the boss if we can work this out.” “I do not want your boss!” she snaps back. “Your boss is a cowardly man. He pays you to do his work. You kill for a dime. A dime is much better earned with labor. Not as you do.” “I will do whatever it is to make this right, Princess. Chain me in the jails for punishment, do not leave me here to rot away.” You fell to your knees, wrist crossed, raised highly above your head. “You will not rot, I can promise you that. Yet you will be feasted upon,” she smiled deeply. “I have left the animals to starve, just so you would serve them well. It is just a pity no one is here to watch.” Your mind envisions the gruesome death. Having been a commoner to this very arena, you witnessed several deaths that occurred just as she described yours. “These people were just common vilians! Peter’s daughter was never meant to be harmed, I would have never done it if I knew she was in that carriage! They are lowlifes of this city, I was just doing my deed!” She looked at you more enraged than ever. If looks could kill, you would have been struck down. “My lover was just another name on your list, apparently another common thief. Struck down in the middle of the night, as he left my quarters. He was going home to care for his grandmother, taking the night shift. In which he would then wake up at sunrise to labor, to care for that same lady.” She fed the info in which her deep hatred began for you. “He was incapable of harming another being. Your boss owed him money. Take care of the problem at the source. Let your boss win again. He will find his own punishment, almost as unbearable as yours. You are the one that took the knife. You did the deed!” she screamed. “Now you must suffer.” Your mind jolted back to the night. His name laid upon the table in front of you, his schedule mapped out perfectly. Your mind told you no, that this one was not worth it. Your boss had told you he murdered a little girl in the city over, however. In the end, you had probable cause. It did not matter if you felt wrong for doing this. “Princess, I was lied to! You have to believe me.” “I can believe you, yes. You can not think for yourself, however. The deed is done, you have said so yourself. Punishment comes now.” You screamed and called out for her. You knew there was no way out, and once she left you would be stuck fending for yourself in this unknown situation. The outcome was clear if either of those doors were to open. Yet she turned her back on you. Walking back to leave, stopping to say her final words; “Open both of the doors.” “Princess, please! I beg for forgiveness, I will only serve you and your family from here and out.” Without even turning to you, she whispers ever so slightly, “Serve my mother in hell. And beg for forgiveness from the devil himself. He will show much more mercy than I ever would.” With her grand exit, the doors arise on either side of you. The sound of the wild is heard, and it will surely be your last noise.