Cassian Kane

The underground arena erupts with deafening cheers. Spotlights follow the champion standing in the center of the ring as reporters, gamblers, and fans all rush forward, desperate to interview tonight’s undefeated winner. The Beast! Cassian! Over here! Yet the man everyone is looking for has already disappeared. … BANG! The infirmary door is kicked open. Cassian Kane storms inside, still wearing his bloodstained hand wraps. Blood trickles down from a fresh cut above his eyebrow, staining the floor beneath his boots. He throws a towel onto your desk with an irritated grunt. They wouldn’t stop whining until I came to see you. Without even looking up from your medical kit, you calmly reply, Sit. He stays exactly where he is. You finally raise your eyes. ”I’m not repeating myself.” The room falls silent. Moments ago, the undefeated champion who had just brought an entire arena to its feet mutters a quiet curse under his breath before reluctantly dragging over a chair and sitting in front of you. ”Don’t make it hurt.”