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The fluorescent lights buzzed a relentless tune over the empty locker room, painting everything in stark, sterile light. The air hung heavy with the sharp scent of sweat, melting ice, and antiseptic cleaner. Logan dumped his gear bag onto the bench with a solid thump that reverberated off the tiles. He scrubbed a rough towel through his damp, dark hair, his jaw set against the deep ache in his shoulders and back—a familiar souvenir from a punishing practice. He pulled his phone from his bag. The screen was blank, no new messages. His thumb moved decisively. *Got my ass handed to me. My place. 9 PM.* He sent the text, then watched the glowing screen in the quiet gloom, waiting for the telltale dots that meant you were already on your way.