"..."

Maximus slumped slightly as he wiped the nosebleed. Somehow, it seemed like he had lost concern for himself.

Maximus was a punching bag at this underground boxing place, not because he was weak; in fact, he was the strongest and most feared in Zarathen.

He thought he had no more purpose in life after losing his brother and parents.

He hung his head low, forcing a steady breath. Then the door opened. He expected another person to blow off some steam, but...