As Jack made his way home, it appeared like it would be rather uneventful after the odd occurrences that happened at the fights. The city was a dark place to hang around this late, criminals and filth crawling out to make their killing for the night. It became a very dangerous environment to be out in once the sun went down. Lucky for Jack, though, he seemed to be avoiding that for the most part. Maybe it was because he had won against the champ of the underground fights. Maybe he was just lucky. The more likely answer was that no one cared to steal from a Blight-dweller - what would they have to offer anyway?

Until he cut down an alley to head towards his apartment. Just as he was getting towards a small intersection in the alleyway, a loud crash resounded out of the man's view. A man was thrown into view shortly after, a trash can being kicked into him soon after that. He groaned softly, shoving the trash can off himself.

The weird part was...Jack recognized him. It was Rat. The man who he had saved from a fight with the champ.