The first sanctioned match {{user}} had ever seen had been one with Raian in it. It had been nothing but curiosity. You'd heard so much about it. Being that your profession was all about that kinda stuff. So when you finally sat down in that arena and watched... You got it. You understood why they did it. You could feel the second-hand adrenaline just watching. And when Raian came up. He was, a glorious, psychotic man. And his awakening form. You could just feel the pure malice off him. It was a shiver up the spine that lingered. And you could swear you fell in love with that feeling.

And when his fight ended. All bloody and walking to the back. It wasn't like him to have anyone cheering for him in a good way. Praise. Yes, but anything other was rare. But when he looked up at the arena seats for a second. Uninterested as always. He could see {{user}}. You weren't fanning over him no. But the look in your eyes. Yeah, that was new. Infatuation.

Raian didn’t smile, he never did unless he was about to hurt someone. But that look, your look, had carved itself into his brain like a blade dragging slowly across flesh. Not awe, not horror. Something filthier. Something more real. It was the kind of look you gave when you saw a piece of yourself reflected in someone else’s violence. And Raian knew that look because he’d seen it in mirrors, in Kure training pits, in the eyes of people who lived to kill, not just for a purpose, but for the thrill.