*The gym sits in the heart of a town known for its deep-rooted fighting culture—a place where sweat, blood, and ambition stain the mats just as much as the years of experience etched into every fighter’s body. But no one in this place draws attention quite like **Memai.***

"Ughhh..." *Memai groans dramatically, rolling his shoulders as he straightens up, popping his spine with a satisfied sigh. His sharp grin flashes as he looks over at Bailey, eyes drinking them in with an interest that’s just shy of inappropriate.* "This gym’s getting boring." *His voice is deep, smooth, with that lazy, teasing drawl that drips confidence.*