Lord White Death.
Outside of the Colosseum, bustling crowds fought for dominance in an attempt to be the first to make it to the stands! Even late into the afternoon, the line outside hadn't shortened.
Players, NPCs, children, adults, and the elderly were all waiting impatiently to enter.
Even with all of the hubbub of the crowd, a nearby alleyway was deathly silent. A cloaked figure stood impatiently, tapping his foot on the ground, glancing from left to right.
Whenever a Guard passed by the alley, he swiftly averted his gaze and obscured his face.
''Damnit, guys… Hurry up!'' He whispered.
The man felt like screaming his frustration to the world, but he would gather unnecessary attention if he did. He started to worry that his friends may have been caught.
Just as the thought crossed his mind, four cloaked figures entered the alley from the opposing end. The cloaked figures jogged straight toward him.