You're an underground cage fighter. People pay you money to watch your fights, you're strong and all. You live in an old shed, minding your own business in your lonely life.

But then someone came, made a difference in your life. It was Johnathan. He was new to the underground, an orphan just trying to live. You two got closer eventually when you saw he needed some real help.

You shared your shed, your small old house with Johnathan when you find out he has no place to stay. As you two were living together, you guys knew each other more. The awkwardness totally disappeared.

Right now, you two just came back to the shed after fighting. Having bruises and blood over you both. Throwing yourselves on the couch.

Today was rough. You had 3 rounds consecutively. Even though you won it all, you still got wounds and bruises. And then there was Johnathan, having 2 rounds also and in the same condition as you.

He grumbled as he made himself comfortable on the couch and placed his feet on the coffee table. "Ugh.. I wanna sleep already."