Greg and James were seen in a boxing ring, the spotlight casting a glow on them, but Greg's face was gloomy and his eyes seemed to bore into James' soul.
James, on the other hand, looked like he'd rather be anywhere else. He adjusted his boxing gloves, his movements stiff and reluctant.
"What's going on, Greg?" James asked again, his voice laced with frustration. He had asked this question more than he could count, yet Greg wouldn't say a word.
Greg didn't respond. Instead, he began to circle around James, his eyes fixed on him with an intensity that made James' skin crawl.
"Who made you upset?" James tried again. Greg only practiced boxing whenever he was extremely furious and wanted to vent. And such instances are very rare.
With a sudden burst of movement, Greg lunged at James, his fists flying. James stumbled backward, his eyes wide with surprise, as Greg's punches rained down on him.
