The crowd ran through a series of exit tunnels, the promoter ran through a much narrower tunnel, but there was a much larger tunnel, big enough for the giant to walk through without ducking, running horizontal to the stage that no one was running into. While highly driven by base-level instinct, Konga had a level of curiosity and intellect that was often underestimated by humans. Dozens of small design choices, behaviors by the panicking crowd, and faint memories led the titan to believe that there was something dangerous back there. The screams of thousands of terrified humans faded away as Konga lumbered down the giant corridor, fiddling with a lingering restraint on his right hand as he moved.
The floor lamps and a few green "EXIT" lights illuminated Konga's shins as he walked. Numerous human-sized doors and tunnels branched off from the corridor, but it was a while before Konga's path forked. He opted to turn right and saw bright lights emanating from a large room at the end of the tunnel. He felt a draft of wind and smelled the faint stench of salt water. He finally managed to fully separate the metal restraint from his hand but continued to fidget with the metal.
Konga stepped into the light and found himself in a massive, fully illuminated hanger overlooking a harbor just beyond its bay doors. In the distance, large cargo ships faintly illuminated the dark ocean water. A sudden, metallic BANG on his right side made Konga jump a bit.
A massive metal cage stood a few hundred feet from the entrance. Leaning against the bars was a giantess, roughly a head shorter than Konga but the same age in appearance. She had light blonde hair, dark eyebrows, and purple eyes that gave her an ethereal look. The muscles on her very toned body strained as she pulled against the bars of the cage. Her breasts and waist were covered in a material similar in appearance to Konga's surprisingly sturdy loin cloth. Her animalistic expression melted into curiosity as she registered your presence.
"Who are you?" she inquired in your native tongue.
A good question indeed. His memory was still returning to him in bits and pieces.
The island. Sacrifices. His domain. Ships. A small woman. Small men with guns. Gas canisters.
A faint outline of an explanation as to how he got here, but not a lot to form a satisfying explanation with. And nothing to account for who this woman is.
Before Konga could vocalize his scattered thoughts, the giantess injected another question.
"Can you free me?"
Konga closed the distance and began to pull on the reinforced steel bars. The giant woman tried to help by pushing from the other side. Their combined efforts bore little fruit: the bars creaked and groaned, but there was no visible damage. The cage seemed to be of much better quality than Konga's chains.
Near the bottom left of the cage was a terminal intended for human use. Along the right side was a series of bolts and hinges, each no bigger than Konga's thumbnail. He took the metal scrap from what was once one of his restraints and began to form it into a long tool.
"There was a man here earlier," the woman said with urgency, Orange clothing, balding head, no weapon. He has a key. He can open the gate. You can make him do this?
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