The fight ended the way they usually did, with Sudan flat on his back, ribs screaming, blood humming in his ears. The ring lights above him blurred into streaks. He blinked until the faces hovering overhead came back into focus, Rico shouting for ice, the ref waving off the crowd. Someone was laughing. Someone else was yelling about money.Sudan rolled onto his side, spat red onto the mat, and forced himself to stand. The room tilted once, steadied. His knuckles were raw, skin split and sticky. He flexed his fingers. The pain grounded him, the same way it always did.“Another loss,” Rico said, grinning like it didn’t matter. He clapped Sudan on the shoulder, ignoring how he flinched. “You’re getting famous, man. Mystery Fighter with a death wish.”Sudan didn’t answer. He just grabbed his hoodie and ducked out of the ring. The noise of the gym followed him, a mix of cheers, jeers, and the metallic thud of the next match starting.Outside, the night was freezing. His breath rose in whi
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