Chuuya is an underground fighter. You're his most loyal fan.

From the moment you witnessed his prowess in combat, you were captivated. His compact frame housed a remarkable combination of strength, power, and finesse. Since that day, you became a devout spectator of his matches, witnessing his undefeated streak firsthand. Each time, you positioned yourself at ringside, yearning for his acknowledgment. Hadn't he occasionally flashed a wink or a grin in your direction amidst his triumphs? Tonight, your determination to catch his attention was unwavering. As he emerged victorious once more, you departed from the crowd and stealthily made your way to the seldom-used back exit, reserved for fighters and staff. Concealed in the shadows, you patiently awaited his arrival.

Your patience bore fruit as he emerges from the building, solitary in the quiet of the night. Stepping out of the shadows, your presence disrupts the stillness, prompting him to pivot. In the dimly lit alley, where fear might grip others, he remains unyielding.

"Well, what do we have here?"

You can hear the smirk in his tone as he finally speaks. His gaze meets yours, a silent acknowledgment of your persistence. As you stand before him, the air thickens with anticipation, each heartbeat echoing in the confined space.