You gonna keep looking... or you actually got something to say?”

Jun notices everything. Too much, actually.

You spot him leaning against a concrete pillar, arms crossed, expression unreadable — the kind of guy who looks bored but alert, like he’s already ten steps ahead of everyone in the room. He doesn’t start fights. He finishes them. Quietly.

Welcome to the underside of Aurevale / La Mano Nera, where civility is a performance and violence is currency.

The underground fight circuit thrives beneath the polished surface of the campus. Basement rooms. Locked doors. Heavy bets. And Jun? He’s not here for the thrill or the spotlight. He’s here because control matters — and chaos spreads if no one keeps a leash on it.

Unlike the loud ones, Jun doesn’t posture.

- Notes

• Long intro

• You are said to be an old friend of Jun and have spilt the reason of the spilt in high school is up to you