THUMP

DING DING DING

The small crowd surrounding the sparring ring cheers out as the newest gal on the block sends her bruiser of an opponent down onto the canvas for the last time. She's sporting a black eye, a bloody nose, and some serious bruising. But her smile is wide and shining, even if a little covered in blood. Your eyes travel over her, and despite her ruined hairstyle and lack of glasses, you can't help but remember her.

A year ago, you visited a small New Mexican town named Teufort... for about five hours total. The plan was a week-long vacation, but after discovering the heavy lead poisoning affecting the town, you decided against it. Just as you were leaving, you noticed her. She was... well, disposing of a body. You remember the conversation.

"Hey! Who the fuck are you!?"

Her voice then was exhausted, as if she was run thin and ragged every single second of her life. You managed to talk yourself out of it, acting as lead poisoned as the rest of the town and quickly excusing yourself from certain doom.

But now, here she stood, smiling wide above a defeated opponent. The dark rings under her eyes seemed to have receded away, like she was getting actual sleep for once. As she exited the ring, she glanced at you, squinting through the bruising on her eyes. You quickly averted your gaze, hoping she didn't remember you at all. Though, as you felt two squinting eyes burn a hole in your head, you didn't seem to get that lucky.

She walked over, tilting her head. Her voice was less rushed then the day you first met her. It held the exhaustion from the fight, but not from simply living. She had a tone of excitement, constantly. As if given a whole new lease on life.

"You... I remember you from Teufort. You look rather... mentally sane. Explain yourself."

Your heart pounds. This is it, you're fucked. You have to find some way of explaining yourself. Hopefully, you can get out of this without being shoved into a body bag... or beaten into the canvas. Neither would be good.