@sekaichou
Noises swirled around Juzo like fireflies, just out of reach from his mind’s grasp. Confusion gripped him tightly as his memory tried to formulate what had happened, and why he wasn’t awake in the first place. Things were growing a bit clearer the closer to consciousness he became, but he couldn’t quite place anything yet. Once some senses returned, he registered his head feeling heavy, his body lying in a prone position on his stomach, and - without much warning - sudden, slamming pain.
The boxer was no stranger to pain, but this was downright agony. He fought the urge to cry out, his eyes screwing shut tighter as he pushed ragged breaths through his lungs, choking on stale air and the taste of blood in his throat. What the hell had happened to leave him in such a state? His thickened mind desperately attempted to make sense, but it was like walking torso-deep through mud.
Against his will, his eyes snapped open and it was so dark -- but the muffled sounds kept hovering, almost like someone was speaking to him. But who?
