It's the second missing gardener of the championship. An ex-military ecological engineer, like most. It doesn't take a detective to suspect the murder weapon: I'm surrounded by designed mini-ecosystems that tomorrow will be thrown together, and might the most lethal win.
I hate this new "sport." I was in the army, too, and I have too many memories of fertile lands and beautiful cities turned lethal living traps. But I have a job to do, and combat gardens destroy all trace of evidence very quickly.
I close my armor and step among the flowers.