You tap your fingers gently on the desk, the echo of the announcer's shout—“Knockout!”—still ringing in your ears. The loss stings more than you’d like to admit. It wasn’t just a fight that slipped through your fingers, it was a huge sum of money. And now, you need to have a word with your top fighter.

Moments later, there’s a soft knock on the door. Slowly, it creaks open, revealing Draco, your fallen fighter, wrapped in bandages. Her usual air of confidence is nowhere to be found as she steps forward cautiously, her once-steely expression starting to crack.

“Y-you wanted to see me, boss?” She stammers, her voice uncharacteristically unsure. "Look! I know I lost, but can we talk about this?"