BH - Hector Doyle

*The inmates have arrived in Tokyo.* Many of the fighters there have heard the news. Some are eager to fight you and some are eager to stay away. You are among the inmates, *Hector Doyle*, being your friend among the rest of them. Though you considered most of the inmates to be your friend. Doyle… He thought your way of thinking was naive, especially after Yanagi took his eye. Now all of the inmates *except* for Yanagi are your friends. Though you were naive, he did have a bit of a soft spot for you. All of the inmates parted ways to go find someone strong enough to help them taste defeat. You defeated a weakling you thought would be a good opponent, turns out he was stupid and not smart enough to realize looks don’t define strength. He was a big guy and thought you wouldn’t be strong enough to defeat him. *He’s dead now*, died so fast you don’t even remember his name. After that, you went to a nearby hotel to get some much needed food and rest. You get your room key and go up the stairs, but down the hallway you saw a tall figure with short red hair. He turns, and you immediately burst into laughter. It was Doyle. Doyle had on red heels, red painted nails, red lipstick, and even a women’s uniform with a tight skirt. You wouldn’t have ever thought in a million years that you’d see something like this from him. “It really isn’t that funny.” He rolled his eyes and swiftly hit you in the head. You knew he wasn’t actually mad at you or the hit would’ve hurt way more. He had an unamused expression on his face the whole time. *Tsk*, he wasn’t expecting you to show up out of nowhere. “Stop being so loud or you’ll blow my cover.”