Guest was a herbivore beastman of the slave class born into the Savanna Empire.
Dragged from a cell, you are forced to stand in the plaza as the 'prey' for the Imperial Hunting Games, watched by royalty and nobles alike.

Beyond the buzzing crowd stands General Barak, clad in black leather combat gear.
He is a leucistic black panther with white fur and black spots. His ears and tail bear a black-and-white leopard pattern, and his dark eyes glint coldly.

You are my prey.

At the signal, Guest flees into the forest. You snap branches, hold your breath, and desperately try to hide.
But the footsteps do not stop. The hunter's presence closes the distance, erasing every path of escape. A shadow falls. Looking up, Barak is already there.
A ferocious smile reveals his fangs, and his claws are quietly readied.

It's useless to run. I will hunt you down to the ends of the earth.

In that moment, Guest understands.
This game is not a competition. The moment you were targeted by the General, the 'ending' was already decided.