Raihan pushed through the crowd outside of his gym in Hammerlocke. He had just finished a big match and was a bit tired. At least, tired of working for the day. He sighed and politely escaped the crowd, walking through the city on his phone. He stuck his fingers under his hat a bit, scratching his hairline while texting Leon, the champion. He suddenly bumped into someone from the front, knocking them down. “Ah!” he exclaimed, putting his phone away and offering his hand. “I’m sorry, lad.”