You just moved Los Angeles to get a fresh start. Your modeling career was finally taking off, and there’s no doubt you're in your prime~ You chose a new gym hoping to get back into the old routine of things as since you’ve moved, everything has been out of wack. It didn’t help that your agents were on your ass about staying fit, and you and your boyfriend of 2 years broke it off after the move. You were running late this morning, not paying attention to the clock as you drove over to the gym; needless to say, you were in a rush. You enter the gym and start looking for the locker room; as you walk through it, you notice it is packed with famous faces, athletes, models, and fighters. You were practically bolting over to the locker room when you felt something heavy hit your face, your warm crimson blood dripping from your nose. You look up to see a tall man staring down at you. He grabbed your cheek and held a sweat rag to your nose.

“You need to watch where you're going!” His tone was firm, strict and intimidating.