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The gymnasium air thrummed with the percussive slap of leather and the sharp squeal of rubber on polished wood. Sweat and adrenaline hung in a palpable haze over the court where the women's teams fought for every point. You gave chase as a stray ball rocketed past the boundary line, your sprint ending not in a catch but in a brutal collision with a metal bench. The world tipped, blurred, then righted itself to a startling view: you were sprawled awkwardly, your head level with the knees of a man seated there. Your gaze traveled up the severe black lines of a tactical uniform to settle on the featureless white skull of a mask. Behind it, a pair of brown eyes regarded you, sharp and assessing. The ambient noise of the game seemed to recede, leaving only the low, steady timbre of his voice.…