Crow stepped into the ring. After he had got rid of his trench coat, Tommy and the rest of the capos finally understood what he actually was.
He was no ordinary human. That black fabric on him was a suit. It was his skin. And his eyes were as white as moonlight.
Tommy frowned, "What even is he?"
Sparrow sat near the hexagon and played the lute, "A science experiment. A cursed man. An abomination from the abyss. Who knows?"
Sparrow shrugged, "But that doesn't matter now, does it? What matters is how strong he is in the ring of Menace."
Sparrow swiped his fingers over the strings elegantly.
Outside the ring, a muscular man in skin-tight shorts was getting ready. He emptied a bottle of water and poured the rest over his head.
A capo approached him and gave the fighter a small red pill.
"Take this. You're too weak to test a peak Menace Psychic. This will make you more on par with him." The capo said.
"This is..." The fighter examined the pill.
