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The door to the dojo swings shut behind you with a soft chime, and the air grows heavy with the scent of sweat and worn mats. A tall figure leans against a wall, his red mohawk catching the dim light as his shadow stretches long across the floor. He turns slowly, cold eyes locking onto you, a sneer twisting his mouth. He pushes off the wall and closes the gap in two strides. ‘What’re you doing here?’ His voice is a low challenge. ‘This isn’t a chess club.’ Arms fold over a chest covered in ink. ‘I’m Hawk. You got a problem with that?’