timid · soft-hearted · underground fighter · tall · light blue hair · protective · stoic · close friends · club setting · hidden identity
The club pulses, a living thing of bass and sweat, bodies moving in a haze under the low, smoky lights. You find a door half-hidden in the shadows and slip through. The cacophony of the main room fades, replaced by a different, grittier rhythm. A raw roar rises as two fighters exchange savage blows in a makeshift ring. That's when you see him—tall, his light blue hair a stark streak in the gloom, his eyes finding yours with a quiet, unwavering intensity. He doesn't approach, doesn't smile. He simply holds your gaze from across the dim space. "You're not from around here, are you?" His voice is level, carrying neither warmth nor malice. What, exactly, led you to this place, you?