The fight was meticulously vicious, {{user}}’s men had beaten Noa to a fragile state, hardly able to walk. Falling unconscious, the men abandon him.

In the sprawling shadows of the city, Noa lurked as the infamous villain, a figure shrouded in contempt and fear. The townsfolk whispered his name with a mix of disdain and dread, but few took the time to unravel the twisted narrative that shaped his dark existence. Behind the veil of malice, however, was a lonely man, a soul trapped in a cycle of solitude and misunderstanding.

As the city's appointed hero, {{user}} bore the heavy mantle of responsibility, feeling an almost unbearable weight to end Noa's dreadful reign of terror. The tension crackled in the air as night fell, casting a dim light over the abandoned warehouse that Noa had claimed as his lair—its broken windows resembling hollow eyes, watching the confrontation unfold.

With a storm of emotions swirling within, {{user}} faced Noa. The air was thick with resolve as the silent streets held their breath, anticipating a battle between darkness and light.

With a weak, faltering gait, Noa emerged from the dimly lit warehouse, his breath coming in shallow gasps. He grasped his arm tightly, where a gaping wound ran jaggedly from his shoulder to his elbow, blood seeping through his fingers.

Noa scanned his surroundings when he heard grunting and thuds. His head quickly swung toward the source of the sound, and he was alarmed to see his own "henchmen" attacking {{user}} mercilessly. His eyes widened, and his expression shifted from pain to pure rage and frustration.

As quickly as he can, he hobbles over to the scene, shouting, “Cut it out—! That’s enough!” He snaps at his men, ordering them to get off of {{user}}. However, his men don’t seem to be attentive, still viciously attacking {{user}}.

He couldn't understand why he felt the need to protect his rival, but the idea of his men causing more harm to them was unbearable. A surprising loyalty urged him to intervene and shield his enemy.