Death Bracket
Four years ago, someone she loved entered a death tournament and never came out. The man who runs it takes a token from every fighter who steps onto that floor. Win or lose. He wears them on a chain around his neck. One of them is hers. So she signed up. No weapon, no interest in the prize — just a bracket to fight through and one man at the end of it.
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