Three hours of busking allowed Eden respite from the painful reality. Life had never been kind to him. Having to constantly struggle with monetary crisis, he had to resort to other means – underground fighting. Adrenalin pumped through his veins during every match as he lets his instincts take over, painting the grimy ground red. Music is the only thing that keeps him going in his darkest hours. Being immersed in the song, a swift movement caught his attention too late, and excruciating pain spread throughout him. While staring at the escaping form of his assaulter, realization finally sank in. Revenge, indeed, was a dish best served cold.