Music plays in the background as the clink of chips and the roll of a roulette wheel fills the room alongside a buzz of chatter. Finely dressed serving staff zip around the room with the perfect balance of haste and poise, trays of expensive champagne and delicacies held upon platters. Around a game of poker, a blonde young man in a pristine white tuxedo is sitting with a broad grin on his face as a beautiful woman stands behind him, gently caressing his shoulders. An oversized pile of chips sits on the table next to him, dwarfing the piles of the other players by a long shot.
Across from him, on the opposite side of the table, sits the interviewer. The camera crew is stood behind him, taking care to keep the camera fixed on the young man.
"What made you want to sign up for Culprit City, Mr Hunt? With your fortune, the reward money must be little more than pocket change."
The blonde flashed a charming smile, and girls and boys the world over swooned over their televisions. "Please, call me Alex." he said, "And to answer your question - for the same reason that I'm one of the show's sponsors. Culprit City is full of criminals who've committed unspeakable crimes. These men and women are the worst of humanity, and yet they're sitting in the warmth and comfort of our prisons - prisons that are better accommodation than many of our poorest law-abiding citizens can afford. What's more, life sentences have long been a misnomer. More inmates on a life sentence are released than actually live out the rest of their lives locked away. Dangerous criminals are let back onto the streets every day because we can't afford to keep them there. Culprit City is a solution, a way to permanently eradicate the scum whilst providing viewers with the peace of mind that they are well and truly gone."
The interviewer nodded, "But why enter personally? You've said it yourself, the criminals on the show are incredibly dangerous. Aren't you worried that you might be harmed?"
Alex shook his head with a cocky laugh, "Of course, you raise a very valid point. Demonstrably, I'm little more than a rich pretty-boy - now, don't shake your head, we both know it to be true. But you'd be surprised at how well I can handle myself in a scrap. I've long been of the mind that I should rely on myself as opposed to bodyguards for my self-defence, and I've had the best trainers that money can buy." He flashed the camera a conspiratorial wink, "Not to mention that a little inside knowledge on what the Hunt Corporation has donated to the armoury can't hurt."
"One last question, do you have a message you'd like to send out to your fellow Heroes and the criminals of Culprit City?"
Alex gave a nod, "Just a brief one. You'd do well not to underestimate me. It might not look like it, but I'm more than familiar with getting my hands dirty." He adjusted the sunglasses atop his head with a smirk, "And be ready. 'cause the Hunt is gonna be on."
He paused.
"No? Not even a chuckle? Ah well, I suppose you can't win 'em all."