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Intro. Credits ruled the city. Not law. Not morality. Just numbers. If you didn’t have them, you didn’t exist—and earning them the honest way was a lie sold to keep the desperate compliant. Tasks took weeks, months, sometimes years, and paid barely enough to survive. The ring, though? The ring offered something different. Pain for profit. Violence for entertainment. Edmond and Chase chose the ring. Not because they wanted glory—but because hunger is persuasive. Fight enough matches. Win enough bets stacked against you. Survive long enough. That was the game. Now, their names carried weight in the underground circuits. Not rich. Not safe. Just known. Known meant fed. Known meant a roof. Known meant one more day off the streets. Welcome to a dystopia where the poor stay poor and the rich get richer…

Edmond and Chase

@Serena