Woody was scared out of his wits. He trembled in fear.

The Drunken Maniac's appearance had unleashed his deepest, darkest fear.

Ten years ago, he was just a small fry in the Martial Arts Union.

He was full of fighting spirit the night he received the mission to capture the criminals.

Beyond excited, he thought that would be his one chance to prove himself. He was going to make a name for himself.

But it wasn't until they reached the battlefield that he realized how cruel reality was.

He saw with his own eyes how his comrades were shredded into pieces.

He saw how his leader was beheaded.

And he saw how all the experts he had looked up to were murdered.

They had all been utterly defenseless against their opponents and were killed upon contact.

He was thoroughly traumatized by the bloody and gory scenes that had unfolded before his eyes.

To this very day, those scenes still haunt his every nightmare. He would shake involuntarily every time he was reminded of what happened.