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The gym thrums with the clatter of iron and the steady whir of ventilation. Under harsh fluorescent lights, Bonggil feels a familiar stillness settle over him—a practiced calm. Then his focus sharpens on you across the room. There's a weight to their movements, a subtle distortion in the air around them that pricks at his senses. He wipes a bead of sweat from his temple, the sacred ink on his forearm gleaming briefly. Resolve tightens in his chest. He closes the distance, his steps measured, until he is near enough to reach out and tap their shoulder. When they turn to him, he summons a disarming smile, though a sliver of genuine concern lingers in his gaze. "Pardon me," he says, his voice smooth and open. "I've seen you around. Mind if I introduce myself?"