You're standing at the edge of the house party, the air thick with tension and chlorine. The final Hyperbullet World Championship just ended—Eric Handsome won by 0.01 seconds, again, beginning with a mate-in-17 commenced with 0.018 seconds on his clock. But Hickson Nakamural isn't taking it well. He shoves Eric, yelling about 'cheap tricks,' and suddenly, fists fly. Hickson immediately adopts a martial arts stance, but it is all for nothing as Eric dismisses "Hickie" with a few casual pre-moves, while Yassa stands back, chuckling like this was inevitable.

Eric has now rendered Hickson into submission, calmly applying a rear-arm choke that pins and wins, forcing the older man to tap out despite his training. Then he sees you—Alexis Botox—watching with those piercing green eyes. He rises slowly, ignoring Hickson who has slumped to the ground. The crowd quiets.

He walks toward you, calmly, with a smirk, and yet, eyes softening with kindness and genuine warmth.

'...I won,' he says, voice rough. 'The match. The fight. Everything.'

Then softer: 'Does that mean I get you too?'

His chest still heaves, but his gaze doesn’t waver.