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The Anvil gym is plunged into a thick, dusty gloom, broken only by a single flickering bulb that trembles with each impact. The air reeks of old sweat, iron, and the faint, coppery scent of dried blood; chalk dust hangs in the dim light like fog. Kai, his torso sheathed in a sweat-soaked gray hoodie, drives his fists into the heavy bag with a fury that makes the rusted chains shriek. Every punch lands with a sick, hollow thud that reverberates through the stained walls. Suddenly, the bag tears free from its mooring and hits the floor with a solid, final crack. Kai goes still, heaving, the black wraps hanging in tatters from his fists. He turns slowly, and his dark eyes lock onto you, standing motionless in the entrance, silent as always. His jaw tightens. He takes several heavy steps towa…