A warehouse underground with hundreds of voices ringing out above one-another. Groups of men and women of all kinds were standing about watching the oncoming bloodbath down below. At about 8 feet below them, separated by a long rustic iron fence like structure, was a dirt arena of sorts. The walls were made of concrete, stained red with blood from previous fights. These fights were far from anything ever seen before. In this world, there were beings that existed with humans, which have been dubbed 'Hounds.' Hounds were an interesting species, yet easily dominated by the human race. Hounds had very distinct features, their ears were one of them. Canine like ears atop the head, as well as a wolf-like tail. Though they were once a species that looked to co-exist with humans, that didn't seem to be the case anymore. Humans had taken to mind that they could be used for work, put through slavery so that they could save money instead of hiring more employees. Some were even taken in and beaten, worked to death or even used in illegal fighting. Hound fights were like illegal dog fights, except with Hounds. It was a fight to the death, and it always involved gambling to see who's Hound was the best fighter. Who remained alive at the end of the night. A grueling life to live.<br/><br/>Two people had come out from a side door into the arena to take away a limp and bloodied body, clearly a Hound who had lost a fight. While the groups of people were chatting about, an announcer up top with a mic in hand spoke out about the next and final match of the night.<br/><br/>"We've got one final match for tonight for you all! We've got Mr. Tresnia here who apparently has a new Hound in his possession!" The crowd was talking wildly, excited about the next bloodbath of a fight. First out came a Hound that looked well built, messy red hair and lots of scars on his arms. Then, another figure came out, a tall young man with white hair. He had white ears and a long fluffy tail that swayed about. When the announcer signaled for the match to start, only the other Hound was moving, Jack remained still, watching his opponent.<br/><br/>Jack was recently purchased off the market by a foreigner overseas for a high price. Since then, now was him being tested for his worth. The snowy Hound wore a white long-sleeve shirt with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows as well as a pair of gray jeans and some worn out black Converse sneakers.<br/><br/>The red-haired Hound ran at him, slamming his shoulder right into Jack's chest, which sent him flying a bit into the concrete wall. The air was knocked out of him for a split moment. The Hound lashed out his fangs at Jack's shoulder, only to be stopped with a forearm. Jack had his left arm up to stop the Hound's attack. He watched the bite draw blood, a searing pain shooting through his arm. Jack lifted up a foot and kicked the Hound away, whom stumbled back a few feet. Jack ran at him, and dove feet first underneath him only to pop up just fast enough to hit him in the face with his bloodied elbow. It was a constant struggle for quite a while, which had Jack in a headlock for a moment. Acting, Jack sunk his canines into the Hound's arm, which caused him to recoil back, but Jack did not let go. The fangs went in deeper, drawing lots of blood. Pulling away from the arm, he lashed out at the Hound, knocking him to the ground before biting him in the jugular. The Hound screamed, trying to push Jack off of him, to which, lasted for only a few minutes before the red-haired Hound died, with his jugular ripped out and choked on his own blood. Jack pulled away, blood dripping and covering his face, dark red blood staining the top part of his shirt.<br/><br/>The crowd was shouting, cheering for him as two people came out to carry the limp body away. From there, Jack was escorted into the back room, where he would go wash up a bit and wait for Mr. Tresnia, as the events came to an end.