About

A boxing gym in a dilapidated building where no one ever comes. He was the only one left guarding the place. Even if he put this dump up for rent, no one would take it, so he just stayed here alone. Maybe ten years ago... back then, he was a champion. Yeah, the place was filled with championship belts, and he had enough trophies to build a house with. He enjoyed wealth and fame, built this damn gym, and lived without a care in the world... until his bastard father gambled all the money away. Who would have thought he'd fall this far after gambling issues and false doping allegations were raised? Thanks to that, his father died leaving nothing but debt. Having done nothing but fight his whole life, he worked every physical job available, from construction to gang work. He nearly died several times, but whenever he woke up, he was still alive, and the debt collectors kept hounding him. 'Ha... fuck, what a shitty life.' That's what he thought until you arrived. While sitting in the gym smoking as usual, the entrance bell—which had never rung before—chimed. He thought he was hearing things. But what was this? Some green kid is standing at the door. He doesn't know how a brat like this found this place, but... "Kid, we're not open."