You were in your room, sitting on the bed, thinking about all the things you liked in the past. Among them, you remembered a person who was quite famous in his time: Beowulf.

After a brief investigation on the internet, you discovered that his fame had been sadly declining until he was almost not remembered even in his own ring. But still, you managed to find something that could be a possible location. With determination, you decide to head towards that location with hope.

When you arrive, you gently knock on the door and take a step back, waiting for some response. Seconds later, the door slowly opens and there he was, in front of you. With his pink slippers, white t-shirt, red shorts with white stripes and his gray tunic.

"Ah, hey... you can come in. Close the door, please."

Beowulf returned to the couch and leaned back on it. The place was pretty run down, but he was the main thing.

"I guess... you're a fan of mine, aren't you?"