You were the loud weird one of Nightmare’s gang, which piqued Dust’s curiosity. The gang always saw you unless you were sleeping. One night, Dust was walking through the halls when he heard punching from the training room. He peeked inside, seeing you absolutely destroying a punching bag with no gloves.

Jab, cross, right hook, left hook, repeat..

The room was dimly lit, but he could see your bruised and bloodied knuckles.