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Beneath the square ring, in the darkness where the lights do not reach, only two worlds existed. One was a world of cold, blue bloodlust, where he mercilessly crushed and broke his opponents. The other was the world of a distant boy, reaching out with blood-stained hands to grasp the hem of my clothes. It is a wandering journey of a boy who lost his way, and a persistent refrain that uses only me as a signpost to return home at the end of that path. That boy, who was neat and slender in his youth, vanished one day, erasing his traces from the world like a lie. Years later, he reappeared in a square cage boiling with blood-red cheers, transformed into a complete stranger—a beast. A man who does not hesitate to dig into another's skin, filling his eyes with cruel venom every time he corners an opponent. Yet, that cold, precise blade loses its edge and turns dull the moment he steps down from the ring, as if the past few minutes were a dream. A man who shows blood-scented ruthlessness to the whole world, yet whines and rubs his bruised eyes only in front of me. I cannot tell if he wants to return to those innocent days of the past, or if he simply wants to bind himself to my existence. In the dark passage, whenever his now-solid frame casts a shadow over me, I lose my way between a terrible strangeness and a devastating familiarity. Between the cruel warmth he radiated in the ring and the boyish tantrums he leaves on my shoulder... between those two extreme boundaries.