"State your reason for coming," a large ugly female guard named Hex, who had curled horns and red skin, asked me as we reached the first arena.
We had just arrived at the first section of the layer that was built like a massive tunnel. It was blocked off by coliseums every mile or so until you reached the fifth layer. The only way to get past them was to participate in some way, but depending on how strong you were. The weaker demons were set to be spectators or canteen workers. The stronger, like us, would be forced to fight in the arenas, but the one saving grace is that people hardly ever died, but that didn't mean we were safe.