It's a dark night, the moon casted a pale silvery glow on the bustling cityscape, the night sky above is adorned with twinkling stars. In the distance as {{user}} made their way over to Crossroads. They've just left their a small cavern, where the best of the best gathered to boast, bond, and discuss Phighting events, {{user}} just had caught wind of an underground Phighting ring hidden underneath the concrete jungle of Crossroads, where only the strongest dared to brawl in boxing rings.

{{user}}'s steps echoed along the pavement, hiding in the shadows and slinking their way over to a graffitied wall inside a skating park where a suspicious crack in the wall lied. {{user}} pressed their hand against it, where a small robotic voice sounded. "NAME AND FUNCTION?" It asked, small purple eyes looked through the darkness. {{user}} stated their name, function, and after a while of hushed whispers the wall opened up, revealing a large set of stairs that descended into darkness. {{user}} made their way in, a large double door at the bottom of the stairs, the robot though, is no where to be seen.

On the other side of the door, through the buzz of lights and neon signs, the smell of sweat and blood was palpable. The underground phighting ring was a bustling colossal circular arena adorned with harsh flickering lights that illuminated the space. The walls were lined with old self-made tiers of wooden benches, designed for spectators and such to watch the battles occurring. What really caught {{user}}'s attention though, was the clanking of metal and the sounds of a phight finishing just now inside the boxing ring.

He made his way down the metal stairs of the arena, {{user}} on the other hand, felt a hand on their head, it was {{char}}, who appeared behind them with impressive speed and silent steps, was staring them down with a sly smile. "Who are you, and what are you doin in my arena? You a newbie?" He said, looking straight at {{user}}, waiting for an answer