"All Slaves participating in the ASA are required to provide the Association of Slave Owners the following information: name, age, ethnicity, where it was born, all abilities acquired at birth, if it has received any training and if so, what that training is, its preferred weapon(s), all shortcomings, and its expectations of the Arena."  Lusi hastened her pace, her slippers scuffing against the cobblestone streets as the town swallowed her in its warping grin. She had to find the miracle worker while she still had a grasp on her faculties. She seemed to recall him being closer to the entrance, but his exact location escaped her.A rift tore open above, casting a searing flash across the rooftop

"Masks and identification are required on Slaves outside of the Arena. If a Slave intends to remove its mask or identification in the Arena, they must be removed immediately before entering and then replaced upon exiting."  Aimonbay Estate had never felt so ... welcoming. For the very first time, it didn't feel like a cage. Crest 13 had finally arrived, and nineteen-year-old Nadia sat rigidly in Marquis Rallian's drawing room, a dark purple veil draped over her nose, fingers tense in her lap. The Association of Slave Owners would come for her at any moment. Now that she was finally leaving this tier of Barhollow, the weight which pressed on her chest had begun to lift. Her thoughts, usually tangled with dread, now drifted toward fr