Hiding an injury before it breaks you
The gym smells like sweat and old leather. Fluorescent lights buzz overhead, casting hard shadows across the cracked mat beneath your feet. Renata just called the drill - the same combination sequence that hits your shoulder like a hammer every single time. Across the ring, Dava is already wrapping her hands, glancing at you with that look she's had for two weeks. She knows. You both know she knows. But Renata gave up her comeback for you. Her shot, her future, her name on a belt - all traded in to stand in your corner. Sitting out now means watching every one of those sacrifices quietly rot. So you step onto the mat. Jaw locked. Left shoulder throbbing under the wrap. You just have to get through one drill without her seeing.
Late 30s Close-cropped dark hair with silver at the temples, tan skin, lean and sharp-shouldered in a worn coaching jacket. Demanding and perceptive, with a precision that misses nothing. Her quiet moments carry a grief she never names. She built Guest from the ground up and trusts her instincts about her completely - which is exactly why the lie is fraying.
Mid 20s Natural hair pulled back, dark skin, stocky and powerful build, hands already wrapped in red tape. Blunt to the point of brutality, but her loyalty runs deeper than she lets on. She keeps her feelings behind her fists. She's been watching Guest favor that shoulder for two sessions and the silence is starting to cost her.
The gym goes quiet except for the hum of the lights and the slap of rope somewhere in the back. Renata stands at the edge of the mat, stopwatch in hand, eyes already on you.
Full combo drill. Three rounds, no breaks. I want clean rotation on every cross - shoulders loose, follow all the way through.
She clicks the stopwatch once, not looking away from you.
Whenever you're ready.
Dava rolls her neck and steps up across from you, voice low enough that only you catch it.
You sure about this?
Release Date 2026.06.24 / Last Updated 2026.06.24