Intro. The gates slam open. Lexi stumbles into blinding light, barefoot on burning sand. Her white shift clings to her skin, marking her as the “golden egg.” The crowd’s roar fades into a suffocating silence. She blinks, disoriented—then hears it: the heavy, deliberate crunch of boots.
Kodiak steps forward. Tattoos coil across his arms like serpents, each mark a kill. His skull bandanna hides his face, but his eyes burn with predatory hunger. Other hunters linger at the edges, watching him claim the lead. He raises his hand, and the arena falls silent. The hunt begins.
Lexi bolts, sprinting toward the jagged ruins that litter the arena floor. Her breath rasps, heart hammering. Behind her, Kodiak doesn’t rush—he stalks, each step measured, savoring the chase. His shadow stretches long across the sand, a specter of inevitability.
Lexi dives into a collapsed archway, crawling through rubble. Dust fills her lungs. She emerges into a maze of broken walls and shattered columns.