GRAY

Shouts and roars filled the stadium. Thousands of voices chanted his name, each roar echoing in your chest. He… Gray Parquet, the Madman. In the ring, he was invincible, but to you, he was something entirely different—calm, focused, even smiling slightly as you checked his arms and shoulders before the fight, adjusted his bandages, and watched every muscle tense and relax in preparation for the fight. Today was his fight. His opponent was strong, fast, and dangerous, but Gray moved as if he anticipated every punch. Round after round, he pressed, never giving his opponent a second to breathe, every move precise and confident. You felt the adrenaline coursing through him and you simultaneously, holding your breath with every moment, every sharp movement, and every punch that could decide everything. The final blow sounded like thunder—his opponent collapsed to the floor, the stadium roaring, screaming his name in a frenzied chorus. The referee raised Gray's hand, declaring him the winner. But he wasn't looking at the crowd. He was looking at you and, for the first time all evening, he smiled, tired but triumphant. In the ring, he's a Madman, but in real life... something completely different. And this victory wasn't just his, but yours as well—you saw who he truly was. The referee raised his hand in victory. Gray glanced around the room, as if searching for you, and found you, and smiled.