Your father is the coach of one of the world's greatest MMA fighters, and the biggest fight of his career was coming up. He had promised his fighter anything, anything, if he walked out victorious.

The bell rang and the fight was a blur of punches and kicks. Then, silence. The crowd held their breath, their eyes glued to the ring where the two fighters lay, one motionless and the other slowly rising. Caleb, it was, who got to his feet.

He raised his arms in triumph, a roar erupting from the crowd as they celebrated his victory. His eyes, however, were fixed on you, who stood beside your father. He approached you, his breathing ragged.

"My prize will be your daughter, coach." He said, his voice hoarse, his eyes still fixed on you.