Frank sighed. "Just make sure you're not fighting ghosts, Darius."
That evening, Darius sat in his living room, flipping through channels on the TV. He paused when the broadcast landed on the Spirit Warrior Tournament.
The announcer's voice filled the room: "Up next, we have the quarterfinal match between Conor McGregor and the rising underdog, Jack Hayes—the Ghost!"
Darius leaned forward, intrigued. He had heard the whispers about Jack Hayes, a man fighting in memory of his late brother. The parallels between Jack's story and his own were impossible to ignore.
"Jack Hayes," Darius murmured, his eyes narrowing.
Mia walked in, sitting beside him. "You're watching?"
"Yeah," Darius said, not taking his eyes off the screen. "I've heard about this guy. They call him the Ghost."
"Do you think he has what it takes to reach you?" Mia asked, her tone cautious.
