120 Pressed For Time! (1/2)

A man slowly came to his senses, woken up by the clucks of plenty of chickens. 

Above Jack, a lone chicken was looking down on him. It had a collar with the tag "Titan"…this had to be the newly built chicken fight gambling den. 

— Cluck? Cluck-Cluck! — 

A voice suddenly lowly resounded. 

"You're finally up. We need to hurry. Time is of the essence." The training instructor uttered somberly. "The Chief is hellbent on causing your demise. We have to get you out of this village ASAP." 

"You can arrange that?!" Jack asked, surprised. 

"I may be retired, but I still have a few contacts. Two days. In two days you need to leave this place. This is the only chance that we have. Afterward, it will be too late. Do you understand?" 

"Two days?!" 

"Two days."