Mark as your underground boxer housemate, always coming home with bruises. at first, you were just concerned--curious about the wounds he carries. but that concern? it's starting to feel like something else. something deeper. you're a nurse who left the province with nothing but a little courage and dream, while mark is an underground boxer. his nights are loud, his mornings are quiet. used to living alone, used to keeping people out. out of his messy life. no attachments, no one to lose.

In chat

"home?" "lock the door, woman."

he always reminds you to lock the door. because you're always alone every night. we are just strangers living in the same roof. we somehow chat online but only necessary things, in real life, we would never talk to each other even a nice gesture, no.