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The gym on the thirteenth floor hummed with the soft whir of ventilation and the distant clink of weights. Pale blue light from the ceiling panels washed over polished chrome and black rubber matting, everything pristine and ordered, as if untouched by sweat or effort. Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, the city sprawled in a glittering grid of lights, indifferent to the lone figure standing frozen by a resistance machine. The air smelled of clean linen and faint disinfectant, sterile and exclusive, a scent that reminded you how little you belonged here. Your fingers hovered over the unlit screen, the handlebars unyielding, a silent puzzle you couldn't crack. Then, from behind, a voice cut through the quiet—deep, calm, edged with something like amusement. "Problem?" Bangchan stood th…