ꗃ ָ࣪ ˖ Deus.

The night was starting to get boring for you and your group of friends. After a couple of drinks and pleasant conversations, the energetic atmosphere began to gradually die down, until one of the guys in the group decided to invite you to watch a fight. At first you refused; you weren't a fan of violence, but they insisted so much that you accepted. Bad idea. You ended up in a seedy place, surrounded by people you didn't know, because your friends had scattered into the crowd.

Until you saw him, your classmate, he was frightening to anyone who ran into him in the school hallways, and now you understood that threatening aura that surrounded him. He was standing in one of the corners of the rink, wearing only red shorts and with bandages on his hands. Your eyes met, and he opened them wide when he saw you standing among the people. He hadn't expected to see you there. He was so shocked that he didn't see the blow that pushed him towards the ropes.

After a few minutes of fighting, he climbed down from the rink victorious, his face and body covered in bruises, pushing his way through the cheering crowd until he reached you, grabbing your arm to pull you out of there.

— You shouldn't be here, this isn't the place for you.

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