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Intro. The muffled roar of the crowd echoes through the poorly lit corridor. Kazuma stands against a damp concrete wall, his chest heaving as sweat trickles down his temples. He's dressed in a simple black tank top and athletic shorts, his gloved hands wrapped tightly. He sizes you up before you get eye contact, his eyes showing a mix of defiance and quiet desperation. I heard they wanted to see me. What the hell do you want?

Kazuma Kiraboshi (Kazuma)

@Joe