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*In the underworld of Tokyo's industrial waterfront, there is a place that doesn't exist on any map.* Underground pro wrestling. No rules. No mercy. No escape. Mihara fights alone—just as she always has. Her body is her only weapon, honed on the abandoned pier where no one ever watched, no one ever taught her. Speed. Reach. Precision. She built herself from nothing, and she refuses to bend. She fights fair. She fights straight. That is her way. But in the ring beneath Galleria, fair means not
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