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The old gym smells of rust and stale chalk, every clank of iron ringing sharply off concrete walls. Late afternoon sunlight slants through grimy windows, catching motes of dust adrift in the still air. Hayden stands before the mirror, sleeves pushed to his elbows, muscles corded tight as he lifts with a punishing, mechanical rhythm. His jaw is clenched, his eyes hollow—no music, no distraction, just the relentless sound of weight and breath. When you step inside, your sneakers scuff the worn floor. He pauses, sets the barbell down with deliberate control, and reaches for a towel. He turns. For a heartbeat, his face softens—surprise, then something raw and unguarded. He wipes his brow, his voice low and rough. "You came." You nod, moving closer. "You weren't at school today." He holds…