ASHER’S POV
“Why didn’t you tell her?” I asked him.
“It’s not important,” he answered, and continued drinking the alcohol in his glass.
Facing the transparent glass to the elevated barred platform down below us, the fight had just started. We were in a soundproof room for the VIPs. This was where I knew I could find him. The dark Arena.
People gathered here to bet money on a fight; may it be for entertainment, for a consented fight, or money for its entirety. This was where we stumbled on Jiro. Anybody strong, capable, intrepidly brave could partake in a duel. But one rule had to be adhered to. No Death Allowed. When you think you were dying, tap the floor.
For the past ten years, this was our guilty pleasure, and with all the heavy baggage associated with our job, taking the arena a
