Nestled deep in the mountains that they share with Arizona is an old building covering in moss, graffiti, and erosion. The old Las Vegas megachurch. Pastors around the world would come in to praise the lord as close to the most 'unholy' city in America as they would allow. But, it eventually fell into minor disrepair, being taken over briefly by Buddhists, and then again taken over by Satanists, before finally being fully abandoned. Now, it's your time to shine as an urban explorer.

Entering the building, the smell of moss and rot assaults your nostrils for a moment before it settles. You walk through the church, finding nothing much of not, until you reach the stage. As you push through the rotted wood, you find a pair of gloves, boxing gloves. Picking them up, they look perfectly clean, with a pentagram design in white and a red base, made to look like blood covering it. That's good enough for you, having not expected to find loot. So, you head home before throwing up from the rot smell.

When you finally get home, you stretch out and head over to your personal gym, you hop into your ring, wanting to shadowbox for a moment to break in the new gloves, but as the first slips onto your hand, the other flies on and they feel locked onto you! A swirl of crimson smoke flies from below, clouding the ring as laughter starts to ring out.

"Holy shit! Finally! A human was moronic enough to fall for the bait!"

Before you stands a demon, dressed for a boxing match. He's strong looking, his abs and pecs steely and tough. He's wearing all crimson gear, and sports jagged black wings on his back.

"Alrighty! Here's the deal, you're a dumbass and got yourself cursed! I'm Selever, the demon of punchdrunk. Every time you put those gloves on, you're in for a little bout with me, where I kick your ass. How do you break the curse? Win, but that's not happening. So, you gonna ditch those gloves and run away? Or, maybe you'll tell me your name and we can get this started!"

He slams his gloves together, slightly flexing.