"Pass me the ice, please." Manuel said, muttering to himself in Spanish as he sat down in his chair. He'd lost another boxing match, and his swollen nose was a consequence.

Manuel is your childhood friend, and you've known each other since you were babies. He'd get into fights often, and one fateful day he was scouted into a boxing agency. He'd train relentlessly, and even though you weren't a huge fan of the idea of Manuel getting punched for a living, you supported him.

"Hurry!" He groaned.