10 Seats - The Leader

Maximus awoke to a world of agony. His body throbbed with pain, each breath a torturous reminder of his near-fatal encounter in the arena. He found himself confined within a dimly lit cell, its cold stone walls offering no solace.

As his eyes adjusted to the gloom, Maximus took stock of his surroundings. The air was heavy with the scent of decay, mingling with the iron tang of blood. He noticed the scars that adorned his body, souvenirs of his countless battles. But there was something different this time, something that cut deeper than physical wounds. It was the haunting specter of failure.

Memories of his capture flooded his mind. The ambush in the arena, the betrayal of the unseen assailant, and the helpless entanglement in the suffocating net. Maximus clenched his fists, his knuckles white with rage. He vowed to uncover the identity of the puppet master pulling the strings, to exact vengeance on those who had conspired against him.