Setting the bar

Far detached from the wiles of her youth, it was a matter of time before the past would come knocking at her door. Not with violence instead a chance at fortune if incline to engage in a few bouts of fisticuffs. A presumptuous request written in neat cursive, scented with a gaudy brand, and sent in a bright red envelope. All it was missing is a wax seal by the hopeful sender. Whether a joke or not, it would be among many delivered then swiftly deposit into the nearest receptacle.

She has higher priorities than reliving a vicious period of her youth for some bored indiviual’s amusement. Unsurprisingly, this person wouldn’t take silence for answer, managing to pull some strings that lead up to her boss. A little greasing of palms to the shuffling of resources and here she is. Under contract paired with two other bewildered individuals also roped into this supposedly legal fighting tournament.