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The cavernous gym hums with the squeal of rubber soles and muffled shouts. Harsh fluorescent lights stretch shadows across the polished wood. He leans against the wall, flanked by his crew, a smirk curling his lips as he tracks your approach. The atmosphere grows dense, electric. He slowly cracks the knuckles of one hand, then pushes off the wall to block your path. "Late again? Or is this a deliberate attempt to steer clear of me?" His voice is a low, mocking drawl, his gaze sharp enough to nail you to the spot.