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I hovered outside, anxiety coiling around my insides.

I could feel the charged atmosphere as every second ticked by, every second that Arctook spent inside.

It seemed like an eternity.

The doors hissed as they slid open and out stepped Arctook, a proud smile plastered on his face, and next to him…

My breath froze in my throat.

Violet.

My heart, which had been racing already, nearly leapt out of my chest.

It was a strange sensation, like every muscle in my body had tensed at once.

The way he held onto her, the look on her face, it was all too much to bear.

I had to remind myself that this was the way of the pits.

The victor had the right to Claim a Prize.

It was just a cruel twist of fate that the very person I’d taught and mentored had chosen the one being I had grown attached to.

The armed guards that trailed behind them made it impossible to approach.

In their eyes, every inmate was a potential threat, especially towards a freshly Claimed Prize.

The heavy weaponry they carried was a clear deterrent.

Any move towards Arctook or Violet would undoubtedly be met with swift retribution.

I couldn’t help but wonder, had I made a grave error by not entering the pits?

By staying on the sidelines, had I inadvertently let the one person who meant something slip through my fingers?

The weight of regret was palpable, heavy on my chest.

My mind raced, trying to devise a plan.

I couldn’t let Violet go.

But with the guards and the rules of the prison, it wouldn’t be easy.

I briefly considered intercepting them, but the armed guards would be on me in an instant.

Confrontation was not the way.

A better plan.

I need a better plan.

Suddenly, one hit me.

I couldn’t approach Arctook but maybe I could get him to approach me…

With determination burning bright, I sprinted down the hall.

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