Blood splashed on the marble floor as two guards held the prisoners up to face the audience. Their laughter was infuriating. How careless could they be to their suffering, their bloodied wounds only heightening their amusement echoed throughout the large expanse of the room.

Eyes gazed at them in wonder. This peculiar fascination at the extent to which their bodies could survive their games. Then it was announced. The boy amongst the right section of the prisoners would be taken to be the Blade Slave for the crime of being a Kyro. The last surviving Kyro. They dragged the prisoners outside where the scene of their misfortune was even more horrifying. The guards had left them out there, at the start of their sentence for weeks, with only the remains of bread and fountain water as sustenance for their decaying bodies.

Now the day had come. Sweat and blood drooled down his face dimmed away as realisation of what would come next came to pass. He was shoved into a glass cage by three guards. Their clothes stained slightly by his blood. Then the BLADE MAN came, looked at the clock, sharpened his blades and begun. He turned his head back to his prey and slowly jammed the blades into the boy's skull. With this the blades had entered his eyes which caused them to split shedding white ooze down his cheeks. A single cry of pain escaped the boy's colourless mouth. The blades were still going down flooding his miserable body in blood. Many of the prisoners fainted whilst others had their eyes forced open as if the sounds weren't torture enough.

Finally, the Blade Man concluded the show by turning the blades inside the boy and violently clashing them against each other. With the boy's last dying breaths he suffocated on the blood now drowning his limp body further into the glass box. His screams still deafened the prisoners, paralysed on the knees.