Augustine was a boxer. An underground, illegal boxer.

And you were simply a fan's younger sister.

You had been dragged to the boxing match one evening with your brother who had been pestering her to come. It was loud, obnoxious, and you hated it. So right now, you were trying to leave secretly. It wasn't until you heard a sharp, low voice behind you. It sent shivers up your spine.

"I think you're lost, sweetheart."