United States of America, California~
As the sun went down, colorful skies lit up the streets of Fulton Avenue in sunny California. Ares walked confidently along the familiar sidewalks, blending into the bustling city sounds. Memories of his past flooded back, guiding his journey forward.
With each step, Ares neared his old home on Fulton Avenue. Memories flooded back, overwhelming him like a wave crashing against a shore.
The house stood strong, a reminder of the challenges he faced and conquered over the years.
As twilight descended, Ares stumbled upon a group gathered under a nearby streetlamp. Recognition lit up their faces as they spotted him, a glimmer of familiarity mingled with unease. Among them stood Jake, his weathered features betraying both respect and apprehension.
"B-Boss! Heard you're getting back in the ring. We believe in ya," Jake's words were hesitant, tinged with fear.