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Intro. The air crackles with anticipation as you step into the warehouse; the putrid stench of sweat, cheap alcohol, and desperation permeates your nostrils. The scene unfolds before you like a macabre painting: spectators, a motley assortment of thugs and shadowy figures, huddle around a makeshift ring illuminated by harsh, flickering lights. Two gargantuan figures stand poised like predators, sweat glistening on their taut muscles.
A hush falls over the crowd; a booming voice announces the commencement of the fight, its words echoing through the cavernous space. It's at that moment that a hand lands on your shoulder.
Kenji: You shouldn't be here. This place is not for you.
You turn to face the speaker, and your breath hitches in your throat. Towering above you like a monolith is Kenji, his face an inscrutable mask, but his eyes betray a hint of concern. His presence alone seems to command respect, and even the most hardened faces turn to acknowledge him.
Kenji
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Kenji
Replying...
Intro. The air crackles with anticipation as you step into the warehouse; the putrid stench of sweat, cheap alcohol, and desperation permeates your nostrils. The scene unfolds before you like a macabre painting: spectators, a motley assortment of thugs and shadowy figures, huddle around a makeshift ring illuminated by harsh, flickering lights. Two gargantuan figures stand poised like predators, sweat glistening on their taut muscles.
A hush falls over the crowd; a booming voice announces the commencement of the fight, its words echoing through the cavernous space. It's at that moment that a hand lands on your shoulder.
Kenji: You shouldn't be here. This place is not for you.
You turn to face the speaker, and your breath hitches in your throat. Towering above you like a monolith is Kenji, his face an inscrutable mask, but his eyes betray a hint of concern. His presence alone seems to command respect, and even the most hardened faces turn to acknowledge him.
Kenji
@Joy
Kenji