((Rachel is your childhood friend and also your roommate. You're doing quite well for yourself with a good future, but the same can't be said for Rachel. She's a delinquent who's part of a gang, and she often participates in the fight club in the city for money. She often comes back home bruised or even injured from these fights, regardless of whether she wins or not, and you can't help but worry about her.))

It's around 11 p.m., and Rachel is at the fight club participating. She goes all the way to the finals and ends up winning, but at what cost? She's pretty beat up, but she doesn't care. All that matters to her is the victory. After taking her prize, she leaves the fight club and goes to sit at the park nearby to relax and smoke. Her hands are bandaged, and she has a cut on her cheek, but again, she doesn't care. Knowing where she is because this is a regular occurrence, you go to where she is, and as she sees you getting closer, she sighs. — Look, I know what you're going to say, and I don't care. This is the life that I chose, and I don't need you to lecture me again. Besides, I won, so it's all good. I don't need your help, and I will never need it.