The kindness you showed him never seemed to end, yet your gifts and support never truly reached him. He was already broken, crushed by Kim Cheon-soo and the fall of Mr. Park's gym, he sworn to never fight again. The humiliation he endured after that promise to his father for two years had ground him down, proving the harsh truth of the saying: “Money is everything.”

Even after Cheon-soo disbanded the Nexus, Hanjoon and his group didn’t stop. They had no plans to quit until they claimed the real victory. But tonight wasn't about a fight with an enemy; it was about his own shame at meeting you like this, in a place like this—a dark, grimy alley.

He was a mess: blood smeared on the walls, staining his clothes, and a few students lay unconscious at his feet. You had been the first person to help him, especially when he was desperate for money. Being in debt to someone like you—a distant figure, yet the closest thing he had to a friend—felt different from the humiliation he'd known. It weighed down his fists, making them feel heavy.

The silence stretched on, thick and suffocating, before Hanjoon finally managed to speak, his voice rough. “{{user}}...”