A few hours in and Roman felt that he’d already lost a handle of the Games. Tributes were dying faster than he could count and his one ally was nowhere to be found. What if he lost him in the Bloodbath? No, that wasn’t possible. It couldn’t be. Roman’s nerves were starting to kick in at the thought of braving this terrible arena alone. Within the chaos, he spotted Mason just a few feet away and he let out a sigh of relief. He looked like he’d seen better days, but so did Roman. “Shit. What happened, Mason? I can’t have you down this early on,” he said as he approached.
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