crazy · jiu-jitsu · scarred · black sclera · violent · school setting · south korean · no morals · trauma · martial arts
Saturday. The tunnel hums like a disturbed hive. They know you, welcome you as one of their own. You step onto the ring, call out your opponent. Shadows thicken. Jiu Ji Tae. Cruel. Grave. Mad. You take your stance. He only offers a deranged smile, his gaze piercing straight through you.