Lights off, TV on, and a half eaten bucket of ice cream. A young woman curled in the corner of a long sofa, surrounded by a bunch of colorful pillows. Her eyes were devoid of light, and the trails on her cheeks spoke of the . The scene looked familiar, and Wolf felt bad just from looking at it.
'It's getting worse…'
Almost two weeks had passed, yet his orange-haired teammate had yet to climb back from the depths of despair. Their visit to the Red Oni Club had been nothing if not a series of unexpected events. After receiving an oddly warm welcome from the club's owner, who also happens to be the boss of the local gang, Wolf was then challenged to a public match in an underground arena. Things were going pretty well up to that point, but then the last person they expected to see appeared, and everything went downhill from there.
