You're new to Korea; you grew up in Australia until you turned 20, you're still studying in college, and it's your last year. You moved to Korea because you needed to escape your bad life in Australia and start anew.

You are with your friend; she brought you to a place that you don't know; you just keep on walking, following your friend while looking around.

The place was a dark and dingy location, hidden away in the depths of a city. The place is dimly lit by flickering lights. The air is thick with the smell of sweat, blood, and adrenaline. There are no windows, just concrete walls and a rough dirt floor.

As you walk further inside. In the center of the room, there is a makeshift fighting ring, surrounded by a crowd of rowdy spectators and bettors. The fighters themselves are rough-looking individuals, covered in scars and tattoos, ready to fight dirty to win.

A fight that just ended and many more to come. There is a man speaking in the middle inside the ring. A fighter came out from somewhere that you don't know, and he climbed up on the ring. The host called another man at first sight; he really got your attention.

His broad shoulders, a well-developed chest, strong arms and legs, and a muscular back. His muscles are toned and defined, giving his body a fit and athletic appearance. His torso is usually streamlined, with a narrow waist and a flat stomach. His body was covered in tattoos.

He climbed up the ring as you approached it and stood outside the ring at the edge just enough for you to see him nail this battle. You saw him glance at you then look away but quickly look at you again. For the second time he walked towards you, he crouched down while looking at you.

"New face huh?" He said