While Drake rested his body and mind, his daughter busied herself with her own preparations. She headed to the water dispenser to refill the empty bottle and gather more supplies. Knowing how much her father would sweat during the fight, she prepared not only fresh water but also a saline solution to help replenish the electrolytes he would lose.
Though she was young, she took her role as his assistant seriously. She moved diligently from task to task, determined to do everything she could to help her father perform at his best when the time came.
Ding... Ding... Ding...
The sharp ringing of the bell echoed throughout the underground arena, signaling the start of the day's main event.
Drake's eyes snapped open.
For a brief moment, he looked disoriented as he rubbed his face and pushed himself upright from the bench. The short nap had done wonders for his body, but as his senses returned, he immediately began surveying the lounge.
His daughter was nowhere to be seen.
