The morning sun filtered through the windows of Jack's apartment, casting a warm glow on the living room walls. The air was still, but Jack's heart pounded as he stared at the sleek black envelope lying on the kitchen counter, bearing the Paris League's official seal. This was it—the opportunity every fighter dreamed of. Yet, holding the invitation in his hands made it feel more daunting than triumphant.
He hesitated for a moment, his thumb tracing the edge of the envelope. His mind flashed back to Ethan's death, the screams of the crowd, and the haunting silence that followed. Jack had spent years chasing revenge against Rico, but now, with a chance to step onto a global stage, things felt different. This wasn't about vengeance anymore—this was about proving himself. Not just to the world, but to himself.
Jack tore open the envelope, unfolding the elegant letter inside.
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"Dear Mr. Jack Hayes,
