Tiger was engineered for violence. They’d grown him in a lab as an amusement for crowds grown used to mundane bloodsport. Gestated with the teeth and claws of an apex predator, he was expertly trained in the arts of fighting and killing.
The crowds, as fickle as they were, loved Tiger. He didn’t merely survive in the ring but excelled, winning the title of Champion.
But Tiger was troubled. He looked around himself and saw a gilded cage.
Tigers are cunning predators and patient. Someday, he would break that cage and come for the throats of those who created him.

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