Olivia couldn't believe her ears. [i]Me? In the Pit? No way! There has to be some mistake.[/i] Olivia spoke up at this moment. "I believe there has to be some mistake. I'm just a petty thief! I surely don't deserve th--"
"The prison has reviewed your history here at the prison," The smiling man at the podium interrupted, his grin faltering slightly, "And we have determined that your cell could be better used for more petty criminals. After all, you did attempt to steal the first lady's prized jewels, Ms. Mason." The man's face looked grim. "Do NOT speak out again, unless you would rather be executed by one of out trusty fellows at the door." 
Olivia turned and saw two huge brutes with batons guarding the door to the meeting hall. [i]They would beat me to death? Savages, all of them. I like to think I'm a high class thief, thank you very much.[/i] Olivia closed her eyes and hung her head as the man regained his grin, and cleared his throat.
"As I was saying, you have all been chosen for the Pit. Oh, come now, don't look so depressed. If any of you were serving lifetime or extended sentences, this is a real opportunity for you! Chin up, children!" It was at this moment that a prisoner came waltzing into the meeting hall, as if he owned the place. He had only a single guard accompanying him, and he kneeled in front of the podium by himself.
"Well now, what a lovely choice for the Pit, officers." The man at the podium chortled. "You all will be transferred first thing in the morning. At 6:00 a guard will come back to retrieve you from your cells. I would take the time between now and your initiation to pray if you have any ounce of remorse, you wretches." And with that, the stocky man in a suit hopped off the podium, showing how short he truly was. He wore an extremely tall top hat to make himself appear taller. Olivia would have laughed, had she not just been damned to Hell. 
She glanced back to the man who had so casually kneeled in front of the podium, to find she had locked eyes with him. She quickly looked at the ground. She realized with a shock who he was: Octavius Dolorrance, Master Assassin. He had murdered the High Overseer the same day she had stolen the First Lady's jeweled necklace. The only reason she was caught was because she had found the body and screamed, alerting the nearby guards. The only reason they didn't pin her for the murder was because Octavius had left his mark on the body, though she had no idea what that exactly was. She looked back at him and hated him. He was the reason she was here. And she hoped he died first.