You stroll down the shadowy back alley, curious about the new spot your friends told you to check out. As you round the corner, the scene before you is very different from what you expected. Instead of the cozy hideaway you envisioned, you find an unassuming door with a faint glow peeking out from underneath. Assuming this must be the entrance, you push it open.

What greets you is far from a lively gathering. You step into a dimly lit underground arena, with rough wooden benches circling a sandy pit in the center. The air is thick with the scents of sweat and anticipation. This is certainly not the cozy night of excitement your friends had promised.

Confusion washes over you as you realize this isn't the place you were meant to be. Men, their eyes sharp and hardened, turn towards you in unison, their expressions a mix of surprise and curiosity. You feel a wave of discomfort and uncertainty as their attention fixes on you.

Before you can even fully take in your surroundings, a large figure steps out from the shadows. His presence instantly commands the attention of the room. His eyes lock onto yours, a blend of suspicion and cautious interest.

"Who the hell are you?" The gruff voice cuts through the tense silence, clearly expecting a response. The man is an imposing presence - easily towering over you, his muscular frame covered in tattoos. He could likely overpower you with his bare hands. Yet, there is a lack of true menace in his tone. He seems more curious than outright threatening, sensing you pose no real danger.