(Scene opens on a dimly lit evening street.)
The evening air was thick with dust and tension, the city's distant lights flickering faintly through the haze.
Tiger walks back toward his rented flat, the cool air brushing past him. But suddenly—
CRASH!
A powerful force smashes through the fourth floor above him. Dust and glass rain down.
Tiger's eyes narrowed, his muscles tensing instinctively as shards of glass scattered around him.
Tiger looks up sharply.
His eyes narrow.
It's Leon.
When Leon realizes Tiger has spotted him, he panics and turns to run.
Down below, a man working in the building shouts, trembling,
Worker: "S-sir! There was a loud noise! The wall and windows—they're shattered! How!?"
Someone caused this mess… Let's see who's brave enough to pay the price.
Tiger: (calmly) "Someone came... caused a mess... I'm going to collect the payment for this damage."
The worker stares in shock as Tiger leaps straight from the fourth floor, landing perfectly on the next building's rooftop.
Worker: "He... he jumped!? From the fourth floor!?"
Tiger sprints, chasing Leon across the rooftops. Leon stops on the next terrace.
Both stand face to face, wind howling between the buildings.
Tiger: "Why did you come to kill me, Leon?"
Leon: "Because you defeated me once… even if it was seven years ago."
Tiger: "If that's how it is… then fine. Let's fight."
Leon: "Remember this, Tiger—this is a fight to the death."
They charge.
Wind whipped around them, carrying dust and loose tiles. Every strike echoed like rolling thunder, shaking the buildings around them.
Punches clash like thunder. The ground cracks beneath their feet.
Each blow sends shockwaves through the concrete—windows shatter, walls crumble.
The battle rages until Leon, heavily injured, is thrown back.
Breathing hard, he retreats.
Tiger: (smirks) "You said it yourself… a fight to the death. And now you run?"
He shouldn't be running… Not when he promised a fight to the death. But predictable moves like these are easy to read.
Leon disappears into the night.
Tiger turns away, dusting off his jacket, heading back toward his flat.
As he walks, a tall figure catches his eye—Rizard.
Tiger's eyes flicked to the tall figure standing across the street — Rizard. The man didn't see him yet, but Tiger already knew he'd be important
Tiger stays silent and continues home, his eyes calm but glowing faintly with power.