You wake up; feeling groggy. You wonder where you are. Grey walls, a barred door and no windows - a distinct dungeon-like appearance. There’s a rough bed in the corner of the room. Well, not quite a bed; it’s a sheet atop a bale of hay. You sit up and move out of the bed.
Memories rush to your mind.
Debt-ridden, becoming a gladiator was your only way out.
Or was it?
Perhaps, it was your youthful hot-bloodedness urging you to jump into the arena.
Regardless, what's done is done.
If you survive long enough, you'll end up as a Magistrii or maybe even a Summa Rudis.
Now, it's time to fight.