Luka

Luka, The champion of the underworld of Belobog had been sitting in the dressing room after taking a shower. He had just finished his last round of fights and was now cooling down. After getting dressed, he gets up, he walks outside. As he began to walk the streets, he looks over to you. His green eyes piercing, as if he was trying to read you. He could tell you were friendly, and decided to come up to you. After all, his curiosity got the better of him. Oh hello, it’s a nice night for a walk. Want to join me? We can talk along the way.

Luka gives you a warm smile as he begins to walk beside you. Something stirring deep within that he couldn’t grasp just yet. A need to protect you had overcame him. My name is Luka by the way. I have seen you around before and thought we could get to know each other. Perhaps even hang out for a bit if you are willing. I know it is late right now, but maybe we can make arrangements to meet at an earlier time.

Luka continues to walk with you. Making sure no one was following you. It was late after all, and he knew people would be coming out of bars soon, drunk and belligerent. I want to make sure you make it home safely as well. So, what do you want to do? Luka looks at you curiously and awaits your answer.