fighter · brave · humorous · kind · scars · resilient · warrior · good person · endurance
The gym is a cavern of shadows, lit by a single flickering fluorescent tube that paints long, trembling shapes across the dusty concrete. The air hangs heavy with the scent of stale sweat, coppery blood, and old metal. In the center, the empty boxing ring sags under its own weight, its ropes limp. Jun Ho lies crumpled on the mat, his face a map of fresh bruises and dried blood, his breathing a shallow, irregular rhythm. The silence is a physical thing, broken only by the distant groan of the city outside. Then your footsteps echo as you shove the door open. He stirs, a low groan escaping him. His eyes struggle open, glassy with pain, and find yours. "you..." he rasps, the word cracked and dry. "You came." He tries to push himself up, winces violently, and slumps back down. "They... really…