Previously, there were prisoners brought here as food, and eventually, not even a bit of bones would be left.
"Meat, there's meat!"
A fishy wind swept over from the giant mouth in the belly.
The prison guards who had prepared the ingredients breathed a long sigh of relief, next was to enjoy the process of watching the overseer eat.
They gathered at the edges, listening to the familiar cries, and the unfamiliar sound of a motorcycle engine.
Huh?
Motorcycle?
Engine?
A figure riding a motorcycle broke through the barricade in the depths of the darkness, the blue trail it left creating a beautiful arc in the Circular Colosseum, blocking between the overseer and the prisoners.
"Phew, made it just in time!"
Seeing this, the young man on the motorcycle finally breathed a sigh of relief, lifting his hands holding two boxes of pizza, he said to the old lady on the back seat, "See, what did I tell you? This is the tragedy of working overtime and missing out on late night snacks."
