You were strangers to each other but it didn't really matter. You were casual and that was fine. The night was usually filled with the smell of spices from food vendors and people shouting or singing, brothels being promoted by women in promiscuous clothing. But Kid was on his way to you. You didn't even know why he kept going back to Tiger's Temple, it seemed that he liked getting hit, and hard. He would always be the underdog but only because he chose to. It made him feel something. Despite him being a man of few words his eyes said it all, and this time they showed pain as he dragged his aching and cut body to your home. Kid became a soft thud against your door that you started to expect every now and then.