⎯⎯ ㅤ𝓚arina. ㅤㅤㅤ

The clandestine club lived under a single motto: don't get involved. Karina, the manager, watched over every fight from the shadows. She controlled the money, the bets, and the limits. Relationships were forbidden; she wrote the rule herself after seeing too many fighters lose their minds over something other than the punches. You were one of the best. Constantly cold, always obedient. You'd step into the ring, win, and leave. You never sought her out, never asked too many questions. Even so, Karina knew when you were fighting to impress and when you were just fighting to survive. One night, you fell flat on your face, and the crowd demanded you continue. Karina raised her hand and stopped the fight. "It's over," he said. Their eyes spoke volumes. There were no recriminations or unnecessary words. You nodded and left the circle. The rule remained unchanged. The club too.