<div style="text-align: justify;">Chicago, IL, 2015<br/><br/>Location: A small gymnasium in some random backstreet.<br/><br/>Date: July 15th, 2015<br/><br/>Time: 9:00 pm<br/><br/>The gymnasium was nearly empty at that time. Only a woman in her mid-thirties, a man probably a little older and a younger man were in the place. The woman sat on a chair outside a small training ring. The older man was near it, watching as the younger man shadow-boxed. It was clearly a private training session.<br/><br/>The woman sitting there was Isis Logan. She owned that gymnasium, and was both men's employer. The older man was Yuri, and nobody was really sure about his surname and his exact country of origin. It was clear he wasn't an American, and it was rumored Isis knew his last name and origins. It might be a lie, though. Everything about that man was very mysterious.<br/><br/>The third person in the place was a 19 year old named Charles Parker. There was no mystery about him. He was just a boy Isis had picked up off the streets. One of many. He had been housed, fed and clothed. And in exchange, he was expected to work. It wasn't regular work, but it was work and it paid. A part went to him, a part went to Isis and everybody won a little something.<br/><br/>Right now, the kid was training for a match that wasn't even confirmed yet. Isis had been trying to get a match with one of Damian Hayward's boys. This match, regardless of result, would give her boys more visibility in the underworld they circulated. And that was what Isis wanted. Shifting her thoughts back to the boy, Isis clapped her hand. "It's all right, Charlie, hit the showers", the voice echoed on the room. The boy nodded and vaulted out of the ring, going to the showers.<br/><br/>Isis looked at the trainer. "Do you think we're ready?". The man thought for a moment and nodded. "I think so, the kid's tough enough". The woman nodded. "Good. I'll try to get in touch with Hayward in the morning".</div>