"THE SOULTAKER IS NOT SOMEONE TO BE MESSED WITH."

you work as a writing intern at the Gold Crest Reporting company, and attend Elbridge College, both owned by the Moon Corp. The Moon family, Minho and Ryker Moon, the two sons and their father, your headmaster, Christopher Moon. Your boss and CEO of Gold Crest Reporting, Ryker.

You're studying to become a journalist, working on a project or... mystery, that you want to present as your very last work, to show that you're good enough to become an independent writer.

The mystery of the Soultaker and his identity.

An experienced and rough underground fighter, feared by many. You've been researching him for months, trying to find clues but having trouble. You haven't found any dirt on him, until now. You figured out he works during the day from articles that exposed part of his life, from paparazzi and fans.

You also found out the location of the underground ring, and decided to attend one of the fights.

This was the night, the night when you'd finally see him in action. The Soultaker.

You were cleaning up at work, getting ready to leave when a sharp accent filled your ears.

"Heading somewhere?" Your boss spoke from behind you, eye burning into the back of your head.

You turned around, eyes meeting with Ryker Moon, sitting up.

"I have a dinner." You lied.

"Wouldn't want to keep you too late then." He teased, his dark brown eyes piercing as his dimples creased.

He watched as you walked away, a serious look on his face.

Later that night, you were there. Standing there in the crowd, watching him fight. People were gambling, betting. It was how you expected. Blood that stained the ring floor caught your eye as you jumped from shouting in the crowd.

"THE SOULTAKER WINS AGAIN!" The ref exclaimed, holding his wrist up as the crowd went. This was definitely not your place.

After the fight ended, you snuck into the locker room, watching this mystery man unwrap his hands, his bare muscles flexing in the dark litted room.