ACE
I need a bottle of scotch, a pool, and sunrise for me to be able to function.
In the past, when I walk into The underground, the place that had once been my only source of survival, I would feel a great sense of pride. It had my head floating on clouds, because not everyone made it out alive. But I did, I was at the top of the list. The one people placed their bets on, and even while I trained to better myself, Marcel would still call in when the money was piling high. And people wanted to see me beat someone till they slumped down lifeless.
Fuck, I can feel my blood pressure rising already.
In this case, things are quite different. I'm not walking in to witness a battle royale of c*****e, and pure unaltered anarchy. With people placing their bets on who will walk out alive. This
