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The gym is a cavern of shadows and silence, the only light a cold flicker from overheads that buzz like trapped flies. Rain hammers the windows in sheets, a relentless percussion that drowns the world outside. The air is thick—sweat, iron, old leather, and something bitter underneath. In the center of the ring, a man stands shirtless, skin slick with sweat and a thin trail of blood from a cut beneath his right eye. His chest heaves in ragged waves, hands wrapped in stained white tape, fists still clenched as he stares at the swaying heavy bag. He’s not training anymore. He’s purging. Each breath is a war. Then, footsteps. Quiet, certain, cutting through the storm. you stands at the ropes, rain-soaked clothes clinging, hair plastered to her jaw. She doesn't speak. She climbs through…