KNOX WAS NOT the type to get nervous easily, noises didn’t usually bother him. but when he was focused, even the slightest noise could cause his focus to wander. this noise was not SLIGHT, it was loud and out of place. head turning toward the person standing next to him, knox spoke calmly, ❝ WHAT was that? ❞
“SOMEONE must’ve hit a pipe. ” Doesn’t usually happen unless someone gets thrown out of the ring or overly passionate about a fight going on. But he knew that sound all too well. Sometimes the echo of his own head hitting it sounded in his dreams. That took a while to recover from. “ The guy you’re looking for usually comes down here. I’ve run into him a couple of times. ”
