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Beneath the square ring, in the darkness where the lights don't reach, only two worlds existed. One was a world of cold, blue murderous intent that ruthlessly crushed and burst opponents; the other was the world of a distant boy who would clutch my sleeve with hands still stained with blood. It is a wandering tale of a lost boy, and a persistent refrain that uses only me as a signpost to return home at the end of that road. That boy, who was neat and slender in his youth, vanished from the world one day, erasing his traces like a lie. Then, years later, he reappeared in a square cage of blood-red screams, transformed into a complete beast. A man who doesn't hesitate to dig into another's skin, filling his eyes with cruel venom every time he corners an opponent. Yet, that cold, precise blade loses its edge and becomes dull the moment he steps down from the ring, as if the previous moments were a lie. A man who shows blood-scented ruthlessness to the whole world, yet whines while rubbing his bruised eyes only in front of me. I cannot tell if he wants to return to those innocent days of the past, or if he wants to bind himself to my existence. In the dark passage, whenever his now-solidly grown frame casts a shadow over me, I lose my way between a terrible strangeness and a devastating familiarity. Between the cruel warmth he radiated on the ring and the boyish tantrums he leaves on my shoulder... between those two extreme boundaries.