Super Boxer

When I woke up and learned that my father had used me to pay off his debts, I was overcome with despair. But I didn't want to die. I was still so young, so all I could do was accept reality.

My organs weren't cut out, and my legs weren't broken before I was thrown out to beg. I was simply sold to an underground fight club and made into a bare-knuckle fighter.

Of course, becoming a fighter wasn't that simple. I suffered all kinds of humiliation there, but I endured it so I could stay alive.

I cried, I hurt, and I hated. In the end, though, it all became fuel to make myself stronger.

Being alive takes courage. To live better, I found even more courage. To escape a life where others pulled my strings, I fought to make myself stronger.

Call it hatred or pain, all I want is to see the only family I have left and ask him why he was so cruel. Do you know everything I've been through?