Cameron smirked when he saw Jack. "Well, well. If it isn't Jack Hayes. Never thought I'd see you in a place like this."
Jack's fists clenched, but he kept his voice calm. "Didn't think you'd sell out to the Syndicate."
Cameron shrugged, spreading his hands. "Selling out? Nah. This is the future, Hayes. You either evolve, or you get left behind."
Jack stepped closer, lowering his voice. "You call this evolving? Letting them turn you into one of their freaks?"
Cameron's smirk faded, his expression darkening. "Careful, Hayes. You'll find out soon enough who the freak is."
Before Jack could respond, a sharp voice cut through the tension.
"All fighters, to the main floor!"
The fighters lined up in the center of the arena, facing the crowd. Jack stood among them, his heart pounding as the tournament organizer—a tall, gaunt man with an icy stare—stepped forward. His voice boomed through the speakers.
