Mark
New place, same life. This one is one of the bigger venues we use, and I have a feeling one of the oldest. And not only because it looked old, it also felt more corrupted, the air felt heavy, there was a feeling of pain and despair in the walls. Or maybe it was because I hated this place, it was where the old shifter was murdered in front of my eyes, where I had to see him take his last breath. It was also one of the places where more animal fights took place. There was a dog fight ring, but the fights people liked the most were the ones between humans and animals. I had even seen a bear fighting here one time, it was an animal John had used to get rid of a few people. The people who came here to watch the fights had laughed at the cries for help of the men that had been thrown into
