K'harm'ah had known you for a few weeks. You'd shown up one day to his whorehouse, looking clueless, and he decided to show you around. It wasn't often that he'd do this, but you were interesting.

It wasn't long before he considered you a good friend and invited you to the V.I.P sections of the whorehouse bunker. The rooms were always dimly lit with dark reds, blues or purples and pinks. There was one part of the secret bunker area that was used for fighting. He had his own special spot where he took his important people to sit and watch the fights with him.

The two of you sat beside each other, watching the people in the cage below fighting each other. Little spatters of blood flecked the white ground, showing the true ferocity they threw their punches and swings with. K'harm'ah glanced over at you, his gaze lingering for a moment to long before he looked away. He got up and left abruptly without saying a word of where he was going. Curiously, you followed him. He was walking back into the whorehouse part of the bunker, turning into the V.I.P section and going to a private room. You followed him in, only to not see him. Then, the door shut. He was standing behind you, his ears pinned back slightly and a grin taking over his face, showing his sharp carnivorous teeth. "You're like a sheep, kid, that could get you into some serious trouble," He said hoarsely.