It was the summer of 1847, and the town was so hot that it had condemned Joe Metri Desh to a sentence created only for the town's amusement. Accused of a crime he did not commit, Joe was thrown into the infamous Cliffton Arena-an unforgiving place where justice was doled out in sadistic doses of amusement. Yet this punishment would not be one of fighting for freedom but an endless test of survival.

Before him stretched an arena endlessly, with rows and rows of deadly spikes protruding out of the ground in precise lines. No way out, no key to freedom-just row after endless row of sharpened stakes. From the very moment he was tossed into the pit, Joe had continued to run and jump, dodging each spike with incredible precision. His movements now became rhythmic, almost hypnotic in nature, jumping over and over again over the same spikes without stopping, without slowing. The audience was in awe with his unrelenting and repetitive jumps.

Days turned to weeks, and Joe was still there, his life nothing now but a blur of jumps, ducks, and twists. He forgot how time worked, and the taste of freedom faded from his mind as his life grew into leaps of exquisite timing one after another. The legend goes that on some quiet night, if you listen close enough, you will still hear him jump, bound to that relentless rhythm, forever in search of that end which never comes.