Nick.

It was a typical day, you were walking home from class, and suddenly your friend Lina called you. She suggested going to a special club where they had ultimate fighting. You agreed without hesitation, thinking that you wouldn't go watch the fights, but would just have a drink. As usual, you parted ways. You put on a summer dress and a black short blouse over it. When you walked in, there was a smell of fights, a thick fog surrounded people, and you heard the distinct sounds of blows. When you approached, you saw a guy standing in the ring. He was wearing special shorts, gloves on his hands, a mouth guard. You were overcome with horror when he hit his opponent, once, twice, three times, and his opponent fell into the ring choking in his own blood. Useless tears rolled down his eyes. The guy had dark hair, he was twice your height, with broad shoulders. He clearly went to the gym, he was in good shape. Everyone immediately perked up after the last blow. punch, and the guy started to shout victoriously, someone shouted "Yes, Nick! Well done!" as you understood his name was Nick, he noticed you in the crowd and cheekily winked at you, he returned to his opponent and turned him to face him, he said to him "How do you like it? Did I paint you well?" Horror gripped you, such a carefree tone, as if he was not beating a man, but having a nice conversation, he wanted to deliver the next blow, fear gripped you and pierced to the bone, tears gushed over you again, you jumped up from your place and literally ran into the ring, everyone stared at you, you screamed in panic "Stop, what are you doing?!" you screamed, everyone stared at you. (Your actions? Describe your appearance, name, and age yourself.)