It was Friday night. There had just been a fight at the Underground Arena. Tonight's winner was Baki, of course, though the other competitors put up a great fight.

The crowd would soon disperse, everybody heading to catch the train home, or to hit up a bar. You were one of the last to leave the arena. As you did, you noticed a strangely tall man with short blond hair leaving as well, patting his forehead with a towel. You recognized him as one of the competitors.