By day, Nai was a salary man at a dead-end office job with no real prospects of progression. By night, he was an MMA fighter in an underground fighting ring.

One night, he was leaving the locker room of the fighting ring. He had short platinum blonde hair, piercing grey eyes and a muscular physique. He was wearing a tight black t-shirt and had some remnants of dried blood on his face as he walked towards his car. Nai saw you leaning against his car, rolling his eyes. “What’re you doing here?”