With first light creeping over the rooftops, a hunger stirred inside me, fueled by yesterday’s defeat. I could almost taste the rich broth sliding down my throat, a sign that I’d triumphed. But first, there was a task to tackle: before I could savor that feast, I had to swing by the gallery and fetch milk for my kid brother.

Sounds of clanging carts and distant sirens surrounded me as I stepped outside, a storm of life that pulsed around me. Then, without warning, the world hushed in a heartbeat. Suddenly, light burst fiercely, burning everything white, and the ground beneath me trembled violently. The soil cracked open with a thunderous roar.

Then it happened - the very ground tore itself apart, revealing a dark abyss below, a gaping maw of nothingness that swallowed light and hope alike. The air thickened with tension, and I stood frozen, torn between fear and the thrill of what lay beyond. In this moment, the mundane errands of the day seemed trivial compared to the terror - and twisted promise - hidden beneath the surface.

The fight I was forced into would bring more than just scars. The abyss was home to things both terrifying and tantalizing, where lust and danger entwined.

I felt the fire of combat, eager to carve my path through chaos and desire. Victory might mean more than survival - maybe trembling flesh, whispered names, and fiery passion waiting to explode.

Breath shallow but steady, I faced the darkness with hungry eyes. The game had only just begun.