As soon as we crossed the threshold of the club, a cacophony of shouting and cheering assaulted my ears, almost overwhelming me. It's staggering to think that people actually find enjoyment in these brutal fights. The interior is a far cry from what I expected. From the outside, it looked like a nondescript warehouse, but inside, it's a realm of opulence and chaos. The high ceilings are adorned with elegant, tinted glass windows, and the space is a far cry from the dingy warehouse exterior. The hall resembles a grand movie theater, with meticulously arranged seating, clean floors, and a steady flow of waiters delivering drinks and food.

If this were a cinema, I'd definitely bring my friends here for a movie night. But my fleeting thoughts of comfort are quickly eclipsed by a horrifying spectacle.
A sharp grunt of pain and the sickening crack of bones echo through the room, followed by an eruption of cheers and roars. My gaze is drawn inexorably toward the commotion, and the sight causes me to stumble, my balance wavering momentarily. Thankfully, Alek's steady grip on my back prevents me from collapsing.