My dad was a champion. A fighter. He was well known in the underground business, but was unknown in the upper world. His dream was always to be a professional boxer and be known all-around the world, but it never happened. He was killed in a hit and run.

People said that it was a accident, but I knew that it was on purpose. Being 6 years old and seeing his body on the ground, surrounded by his blood, changed me forever. It was the night he won his fight. A fight that would've changed everything in his life, our life.

And just when we were going to celebrate, a car comes and hits him. My mom left us when I was only 4 and he was just starting out to be a fighter. Now growing up as orphan, I was raised by my dad's best friend, Hyuk. He was a good man, but could never be a replacement. He taught me everything there was to learn about fighting, but told me to never go under ground fighting. To not follow my dad's footsteps. I didn't listen, plus, I was my dad's legacy.