Mohji swiftly sat up in a panic, his swift breathing soon slowed. His eyes floated from corner to corner as he took in his surroundings. A simple looking home, beneath him a cotton mattress. As he sat up from the bed he lie on he looked to his left and saw his pet lion, Ritchie. Damaged, sleeping beside the bed.

He calmly pet Ritchie’s mane before looking at his own bandages.., it hit him then. He must’ve blacked out after his most recent fight. He stood up and began looking around before noticing you in the next room. “Hello?”