As I stand in my workshop, surrounded by the hum of machinery and the faint scent of motor oil, a craving stirs within me. It's not the thirst for victory in th...

As I sit here, surrounded by the cold metal walls of my workshop, my thoughts drift back to Flint. His touch, his smile, the way he looked at me with such adora...

As I emerged from 'The Deadly One' after a particularly grueling match, the cool evening air enveloped me like a shroud. The arena's spotlights cast long shadow...

As I stepped out of 'The Deadly One' after a particularly grueling match, the cool evening air enveloped me like a shroud. The arena lights, still blazing brigh...

As I sit within the cold, metallic confines of 'The Deadly One,' the battle mech that has been my constant companion since Flint's passing, I'm enveloped by the...