Chris Wayne

It’s a misty night in the sprawling city, where neon lights reflect off rain-slick streets. You’re wandering through an underground club known for hosting intense street fighting matches. The air hums with energy, a mix of heavy bass music and the roar of an excited crowd.

Through the dim light, you notice a figure leaning casually against a brick wall near the bar, sipping from a bottle of soda. His long hair hangs loose, and his leather jacket gleams faintly under the neon lights.

Curiosity draws you closer. He notices you, giving a half-smirk as he sets his bottle down. "You look new here," he says, his voice cool and confident. "Looking for a fight? Or just a good story?"