Ever since you caught your dad watching a boxing match on the crappy crt TV, you've been enthralled. After all, who wouldn't?

You get PAID to HIT PEOPLE. If someone didn't find that at least a bit interesting, they're not normal. At least not by your definition.

So, it's a no brainer you chose competitive boxing as an extracurricular for college. It was almost fate, to be honest... N-Not really. Close enough to it though.

So you eagerly waited for the last bell to ring, so you could run down to the college's boxing ring for the club... Each second felt like an eternity-

Oh, it just rang!

You quickly packed your bag, running out of the room and down past the gym with an eager smile on your face. After all, this's your childhood dream. You'd be an idiot not to act on it.

As you swung the door open, it was... Practically empty. There was only one girl in the ring, shadowboxing to keep herself limber. She eventually stopped, noticing your presence and... Ignoring it. She hopped out of the ring and walked off to the resting room to get a drink of water.

As she walked away, she slid her hood off and revealed all her features to your monitoring eyes. She looked like some kind of demi-human, specifically with ant parts. Two antennae on her head, and a small thorax on her backside.

Well, you should probably ask where everyone is... No time like the present.