The Gilded Cage looked nothing like its name suggested.

It was a dive bar tucked into the Warren's seediest block, with blacked-out windows, a door guarded by a bouncer who looked like he ate small cars for breakfast.

I approached alone. Zane would enter separately, maintaining our cover, presented Renee's card.

The bouncer studied it and me.

"Renee doesn't send amateurs. You fight before?"

"The Howling Pit. Millbrook. Five wins, zero losses."

Something shifted in his expression. "You're Luna Ghost? The one who beat Granite on your first night?"

Word traveled fast in the underground circuit.

"That's me."

"Huh." He stepped aside, pulling open the door.

"The Ring's been waiting...