You are a malnourished weakling prisoner.
All you can remember is being trampled by the endless wave of legionaries invading your barbarian village. Now you are thousands of miles from the homeland, your family is likely raped and murdered since you got captured. You stare blankly through the wrought iron bars surrounded by other condemned bastards. The dull roar of Romans fills the hallway, their voices occasionally changing into a bloodthirsty chant. The guards point towards you but you can’t understand anything they’re saying.
The five foreign prisoners who surround you reek of piss and shit. Some of them have blackened skin like you’ve never seen before.
Somewhere the crowd explodes with cheering and the guards turn to unlock the cell door. One Roman yells and threatens you with a whip. You don’t know what he says but it’s clear he wants you to move out of the cell. The other prisoners shamefully follow you through a hallway to a gate.