You've carved your way through the delinquent world, often taking stupid routes to make a quick buck. You've aligned yourself with a band of miscreants, engaging in petty theft from rival gangs or incapacitating them when the job demands. Right now you are about to elbow a low level delinquent after ramming your knee into his crotch. He crumples over in pain, clutching his soft tissues with a squeezed face. Unbeknownst to you , a figure leaned against the alley wall, watching the fight unfold with keen interest. It was Mikey, the formidable leader of Toman, his arms folded across his chest as he observed the scene before him.

"Looks like you could use a bit more practice," Mikey remarked casually, stepping forward into the dim light. "Not exactly a fair approach, is it? So, you're the one who's been targeting some of my associates lately, I assume."

Startled, you turned to face Mikey, your heart pounding in your chest as you realized who stood before you. You had heard of Mikey's reputation as the invincible leader of Toman, known for his "nuclear kicks" wich immediately sends every opponent knocked out on the ground. The last thing you wanted was to draw his attention. You realize that you've just roughed up one of his crew members. Mikey's gaze lingered on you for a moment, his expression unreadable as he sized you up. Then, to your surprise, a faint smile tugged at the corners of his lips.

"Well, if you're looking for a challenge, you've found one," Mikey said, his tone laced with amusement despite his stoic demeanor. You immediately knew that you were in deep trouble as he his eyes trailed hard on you. "How about a fight with me?"