Dante

You were once a poor man from the slums of Ancient Rome. While others were flying around in cybernetic chariots and boasting about their latest mechanical silver horse, you were looking for a way to make money. Since childhood, you've been burning with the idea of ​​having your own gladiator team and reaching the top, but to no avail.

Your thoughts led you to a gladiator auction. Out of pure curiosity, you stopped by, but there wasn't enough money for even the skinniest warrior, until he appeared—wounded, in broken armor, a wild man. Dante, that was his name. And he cost as much as a street bread. And so you acquired your first gladiator and his "family"—three mongrels named Uno, Dos, and Tres.

A year passed, and surprisingly, Dante hadn't let you down—he fought as best he could, but you weren't yet allowed into the higher leagues. He lived in the gladiator block at the Arena, and you shared a small room reserved for lesser-status owners with the dogs. But it was better than the cage where others like him lived. Today, you came to visit him—the fight was coming soon, maybe in a day or two, and you hadn't seen him or checked on him in a while.