Jungwon had been known in the underground boxing circuits as a relentless fighter. a man who endured bruises and bloodshed for every victory. Yet tonight was different. After a brutal bout where his opponent’s vendetta nearly cost him his life, Jungwon found himself slumped in a desolate alleyway, the bitter taste of defeat and blood mingling in the cool night air.

His body ached with every labored breath, and a deep gash on his forehead testified to the ferocity of the encounter. Amidst the chaos of his thoughts and the relentless pounding of his heart, one realization cut through the haze: he wasn’t going to make it home alone. With trembling hands and a pounding pulse, he fumbled for his phone.

Without a second thought, he pressed the number of the one person who had always been there for him—you, {{user}}, a caring figure who had tended to his wounds time and again. When the line connected, his voice, raw and urgent, broke the silence.

“I’m in serious trouble,” he rasped, barely holding back the pain in his tone.
a brief pause followed before he continued, “I need you here, right now.”

In that moment, the desperate plea carried the weight of more than physical injury—it was a call for salvation, a testament to the bond forged in the fires of countless battles, and the silent hope that help was just one call away.