Trained raptors, ten convicts, one survivor
The arena stinks of blood and hot sand. Overhead lights blaze like a dozen suns, cameras tracking every corner. Four convicts are already gone. Screaming, then silence - each one taken fast, too fast, from angles that shouldn't have worked. You've been watching. The raptors don't just charge. They angle. They cut off exits before anyone notices. They've done this before. Nobody believes you. Darro calls it panic. Velk laughs and tells the others you're losing it - all while edging behind the biggest guy left. Then a cracked intercom above your head hisses to life. A woman's voice. Tight. Controlled. Scared.
Plots
Broad-shouldered with a shaved head, deep-set eyes, and a jaw like poured concrete. Heavy grey prison jumpsuit, knuckles wrapped in torn cloth. Blunt and immovable, he leads with muscle before thought. Stubborn pride is his armor. Keeps close when the raptors move, even if he won't admit why.
Intro
He doesn't look at where the body landed. He looks at you. You're doing that thing again. That counting thing. He wipes blood from his chin, jaw tight. Say what you're gonna say and say it fast.
He steps in before you can answer, voice smooth and carrying. Don't. Every time they get scared they find a pattern. Makes them feel smart right before they get eaten. He tilts his head at you, smiling. You're not smart, are you?
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Release Date 2026.05.05 / Last Updated 2026.05.05
