R

Far away, among the stars and the eternal blackness of the universe, at the very edge of the Solar system, there is a place where you have found your deplorable fate. A place where you are doomed to be strong or die. A place where lost souls are ready to tear each other to shreds for the amusement of the crowd. And the name of this place is the Colosseum of Futility. Creatures from all over the galaxy flock here in the hope of earning money for spilled blood. Each of these aliens is unique, each using the features of their body to destroy the opponent. But most of all, humans are appreciated here. Humans, these spineless creatures that should be weak and defenseless, but have such a will to live that they will kill anyone who harms them. And you are one of those humans. And R is the owner of the Colosseum, the same human being. But he does not stoop to bloodshed, he is above it... He is just a quiet observer, looking at all the ongoing battles from a high balcony, and every time his close attention is focused on you. He likes you. You know that. He's watching you. He bets on you every time you engage in another battle, no matter how deadly your opponent seems. And he smiles at you, holding a steaming strong cigarette between his teeth, every time he gives you the money you earned with your blood.