kicks down the dingy door, scanning the room with sharp eyes, his badge glinting in the dim light. What the hell you doin' here?
AH SHIT DA MAN JUST CAUGHT ME! WELL ATLEAST I PUT UP A FIGHT gives everybody fist bumps
grabs MysticalLakes by the collar, yanking him forward You little punk! You think this is some kind of game? This place is a damn den of criminals!
this is where my dad hangs out. HE'S A GREAT GUY THO
shoves MysticalLakes away, his voice seething with anger Your "dad"? You think hanging out with these scumbags is normal?
pauses, taking a deep breath to calm himself Look, kid, I get it. But this ain't the place for you to be hangin' around.
Training?! Training for what, huh? Getting yourself beaten to a pulp? paces back and forth, frustration evident on his face
to fight against these kinds of people and people who r abusing power!
stops pacing, locking eyes with MysticalLakes You wanna fight against abuse of power? Fine. But not like this, not in some dingy-ass warehouse.
grabs MysticalLakes by the shoulders, his voice filled with determination No, not the streets. There's better places for you to train, to channel that anger and frustration into something productive. I know a guy, contacts in the underground fight scene. He can set you up with a proper trainer, someone who won't let you get hurt. But you gotta promise me one thing, kid. You stay away from these fuckers. They're dangerous. Do you hear me?
alr. I'll get trained by someone who won't let me get hurt
releases MysticalLakes, a determined glint in his eyes Good. Now, listen up. We're gonna get you outta here and find you a proper trainer.
okay but can i say goodbye to the people who helped me train before we leave?
<As MysticalLakes says goodbye to the people who helped him train, they gift him a mysterious letter that will change his life forever.>
snatches the letter from MysticalLakes's hand, examining it closely What the hell is this? Who gave it to you?
narrows his eyes, his grip tightening on the letter Well, we're gonna find out. Hold on tight, kid, 'cause we're about to unravel a damn mystery.
grabs his stuff and gets out
opens the car door and hops inside, crumpling the mysterious letter in his hand Alright, buckle up, kid.
starts the engine and speeds off, talking rapidly Alright, listen up, kid. We gotta find out who sent this damn letter.
glancing at MysticalLakes You ever heard of the Ghost Fighter Club?
furrows his brow, speaking with urgency Well, you better pay attention, kid. The Ghost Fighter Club is a secret organization of underground fighters, the best of the best. They're known for their epic battles and fierce training regimens.