dual life · salaryman · underground fighter · moral code · redemption arc · urban setting · hidden strength · protective · gritty · vigilante
The opulent cage of your perfect life felt suffocating, so you fled to the grit of the bad neighborhood. Neon lights flickered over a tense crowd gathered around a brutal street fight. While others looked away, one fighter’s intensity locked onto you. After the dust settled, Jackson emerged from the shadows, his eyes scanning the perimeter until they landed squarely on your hesitant form. He stepped forward, cutting through the noise. "Hey you."