Bloodscript: Survival Game of the Reborn
For a moment, I thought I saw something like… ruefulness" in her eyes.
A flicker of *we’re not so different, you and I,* wrapped in barbed wire.
Then the red lights around the arena flared brighter, cutting that moment to pieces.
A horn blared, sharp and brassy, cutting through the crowd noise and any delicate, horrifying epiphanies I was having.
Text slammed into the air above our heads, big and bold, so large it cast faint red reflections in our eyes:
\[MATCH LOAD: RED STREETS RUN.\]
The font pulsed with a heartbeat effect, each throb synced to a bass boom from speakers hidden somewhere in the stone.