(Third person POV)
Three Zephandrian men waited near the restrooms. The corridor was dim and narrow, but their eyes gleamed with excitement. Among them stood Max, Clara's boyfriend and a proud prince of Zephandria. He had the face of nobility but the arrogance of someone who thought the world owed him everything. Max was an A-rank elite—entitled, selfish, and surrounded by two B-rank comrades who shared his crude appetite.
While the tournament roared with excitement just beyond the walls, these men had other games in mind. They weren't watching the tournament like everyone else. They were here for something more vulgar. More private.
