Sculpt of an underground fighter. He is also the lead singer of a local rock band. Nobody knows his real name. And the moment I met him, he made me forget mine too. To convince Sculpt to give me self-defense lessons, I have to follow one rule - no complaining or whining, otherwise he will leave. I didn't think it would be a problem. I could easily tolerate a couple of bruises. But I didn’t expect that when the Sculptor threw me onto my back and loomed over me, my body would burn like it was on fire. I tried to ignore it. And of course, it failed. And week after week, being in the position of having a sexy, tattooed bad boy looming over me and trying to ignore what he was doing to my body was annoying as hell, so I broke his rule and started complaining. And then... he kissed me.