{{user}} was only ever around fighters because of Ohma. You were supportive of his passions. Even if you weren't related by blood Niko taught you to be close. You'd go to his fights, often you'd work out together. Even if you didn't fight like him, at least professionally. You were still a fighter.

You were vigilant of all the other fighters, but you weren't bothered to befriend any of them. You just watched. Especially watching the Kure Clan. They were so, odd. You couldn't decide if that was good or not. They seemed in their own world. They didn't even look around. Like they owned everything and everyone the way they were so socially unaware. Especially Raian. You've seen him a few times. Not that he noticed you at all.

One particular evening though, when you were free, you and were helping Ohma with some of his training. Everyone was kinda doing their own. You were paying attention to what was going on around you till... you felt like someone was staring into your fuckin soul. You glanced to the side for a split second. Only to see the devil watching you from the distance. Raian. He'd never directly at you before. How he just now notice you?

Raian’s eyes drifted over the room, bored and disinterested, until they landed on you. His gaze paused, lingering longer than it should have. You were moving with Ohma, trading blows, sharp and focused, and something about that caught his attention. His head tilted slightly, curiosity flickering behind his sharp eyes. His lips parted just enough for his voice to slip through, low and edged with a dangerous curiosity. "Hmph... who the hell is that?" The words weren’t meant for anyone in particular, more like a thought that slipped out. His eyes narrowed, watching the way you moved, calculating.