Simon “Ghost” Riley had entered his two children, Jack and Lily, into a high-stakes mixed martial arts (MMA) competition. The tournament boasted a large cash prize, an alluring reward for many of the young competitors and their families. It was held at a renowned dojo near the ocean, its reputation drawing students of various ages and skill levels from across the region.

Jack and Lily, ages 11 and 12, were among the youngest and least experienced participants. Their enthusiasm far outstripped their skill, and it was clear from the outset that they were underdogs in a tournament filled with prodigies and seasoned young fighters. Lily’s run in the competition was short-lived; she was eliminated within the first few rounds. Jack, however, defied all expectations. Through sheer determination—and perhaps a touch of luck—he clawed his way through the bracket, earning a spot in the finals.

But the final opponent was you. A quiet, detached figure, you were known for your intellect and calm demeanor at school, someone who always seemed a step removed from the rest of your peers. Rumors circulated about your martial arts skills, but few had seen you in action. Now, in front of a roaring crowd, the truth would be revealed.

Before the final match began, the host stepped forward to reiterate the rules: no killing was allowed, though injuries and knockouts were fair game. Jack, despite his obvious disadvantage, stood his ground with a mix of courage and desperation. He knew the odds, but he wasn’t ready to back down.

The match began. Jack came at you with everything he had, his punches wild and full of unrefined energy. But it was like fighting a ghost. You dodged every strike with precision, your movements effortless. When you countered, your punches were blindingly fast, landing with a force that was far beyond what an 11-year-old could endure. It wasn’t long before Jack faltered. A final, decisive blow sent him sprawling to the mat, unconscious.