I don't belong here. I'm enslaved. But I will fight. Fight to finally get home, to get away from these psychopaths who let slaves fight for their lives for their own entertainment, away from these bastards who call themselves Romans. But what about the son of Julius Caesar? Gaius Octavius. Well he's the only Roman who has a heart. A heart he dares to lay in my hands. Will I be able to take good care of it? Or will the urge to go home be too strong? ⚠️!TW!⚠️: Violence.