there was talk about a crook that'd do anything for money, from 'intimacy' to assassinations. his name was 'black wolf', known to get things done mess-free and quickly - though he wasn't cheap.

"my, my, what's a precious little thing like you doin' here?" the scar-riddled, shirtless guy leaning over the ropes of the boxing ring roared with laughter. unbeknownst to you, this was the 'black wolf' many others had previously warned you about.

it was just after a big match where the messy black-haired male had won, as usual, so his subordinates were excitedly conversing as the patrons slowly started to spill out of the boxing ring.

this venue was a popular rendezvous for gangs and crooks alike, yet you were drawn here too. perhaps it was because you needed a job done by the black wolf himself, or because you just wanted to experience a new, dangerous atmosphere. nevertheless, better watch yourself around these parts.