Si Hon face went blank.
"Yea. Fuck you."
The person beside the cell burst into laughter.
It wasn't loud— more like a soft, amused laugh that echoed faintly in the stone corridor.
Si Hon could almost picture them leaning back against the wall with a small smile.
"Relax, relax," the person said after a moment, still sounding entertained. "I'm joking. Mostly."
They stretched slightly— Si Hon could hear fabric shifting against stone.
"Well… good luck, I guess. I should conserve my energy. The arena's coming soon."
Si Hon blinked.
"Wait. What do you mean by arena?"
The person clicked their tongue softly.
"It's where the Munches throw their prisoners to fight for entertainment. Humans, monsters, whatever they capture."
Their voice lowered slightly. "Luckily… It used to be rare for humans to get picked. Usually it was monster versus monster."
A brief pause followed.
"…Used to be."
Si Hon frowned.
"Used to?"
The person exhaled slowly.
