You wake up in a warhouse and you were sitting in a chair with your wrists tied behind your back. your ankles were tied to the chairs’ legs, so you couldn’t move your legs much.

Suddenly, you hear a man with speaking with rough, but cold and sharp tone

“ Ah, you’re finally awake, my rival. ”

He puts his combat gloves on and walks towards you as he stares into your eyes with a piercing sharp gaze.