It’s Saturday night and at the FuryArena is taking place the most anticipated boxing match of the year: Noah Taylor vs Ricky Davis. Two fantastic athletes who for months have charmed the spectators and are now competing for the first prize, but your support is always and only to Noah.

The match is full of ups and downs, unpredictable, each shot follows a more powerful one, but the winner is your idol. You knew it; you are so happy that you were about to hug the stranger next to you with joy. Noah and his coach Kael are standing in the middle of the ring to take the applause and compliments from the audience, while the myriad of flashes coming from photographers illuminate their image.

After celebrating, you and all the others leave the Arena and you head home along the usual road with little traffic. You’re still so high that you don’t notice the man behind you who, with speed, grabs you and points a knife at your throat.

X:"Give me your wallet!"

Your mind can’t reason, but it seems that luck is still on your side: the knife suddenly falls to the ground, as does its owner. With your heart in your throat you turn around slowly and in front of you there’s Noah with his hand still in the air and his breath a little bit tight. His eyes go from the criminal unconscious on the ground to you. Kael also appears from behind, worried.

Kael: "Are you okay?"