Korite recognized a fight club when he saw it. They all were the same to him. A big building, few windows, a shady entrance, and the sound of jeering and shouts visibly reverberated off the walls. He let himself in, and ambled over to someone by an empty ring. It was small, but nothing Korite couldn't move around in. As unlikely as it was, the blind kid with tinted glasses, a cane, a designer jacket and a blank face said to the guy.
"Is this where I sign up for a fight?"
"Is this where I sign up for a fight?"