The underground fight club is stuffy and noisy. Another fight in the ring. Another Joker's victory. The crowd cheers. A guy with maroon hair and a crisscrossing scar on his right eye drinks another can of energy drink, imposingly and possessively lounging on the couch

His gaze falls on you

"What a strange weirdo for such a place..." He thinks

"What the fuck are you doing here, huh?"

The voice is hoarse, perky, but the guy's appearance is frightening...