"Hey kid!" Luke heard a voice yell from the other side of the cafeteria. White tables, grey wooden chairs and heads of prisoners who had to rot here covered his sight, but at the top of them all Luke's glance caught a glympse of a bulky middle-aged man. Chewing the last bite of a salad sandwich Luke stood up. He knew it was a calling for him. Everyone here called him kid. Luke was only twenty four years old when he got imprisoned. He gulped down the last bite and looked at the man who called. Mild wrinkles covered his face, his head was shaved like most of the prisoners here and he wasn't wearing the orange prisoner uniform - he was wearing clothing. Normal clothing. 

"That's what they call you here, right?" He yelled across the hall again. A little smile could be seen in the man's face. He wasn't from here. Luke didn't recognize him. "New prisoner? New guard?" Questions spun in his head like a kid on an amusement park ride.

"What do you want?" Luke asked with his head up high and his arms crossed on his chest. 

"Come with me. You're up for the arena." The man said, and turned back towards the exit of the cafeteria. Luke followed him rapidly. He was finally going to get a chance. Everyone could be heard whispering and talking to eachother. The arena was a fierce place. Not many made it through. Luke didn't really believe he'd make it himself. He just hoped for the best. 

After a pretty long walk through corridors and tunnels they ended up in a huge room. There were soft mattresses on the ground, various weights, weapons, dummies. It was the training hall for the arena participants. As well as the training gear, there were a lot of prisoners there. Some Luke recognized, some didn't, but all of them were training to win. 

"This is where you'll spend a week. Train, become better, and when the time comes - go free. You'll sleep in small rooms in pairs. Your room is 306. Good luck." The man who led Luke here said and left the hall...