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The fluorescent lights of the locker room buzzed overhead, spilling a stark white light across the slick tile floor. Steam rose in thick tendrils from the open shower stalls, the air heavy with the smell of cheap soap and lingering defeat. Outside, the distant roar of the crowd had dissolved into a low, fading hum, replaced now by the steady drip-drip of water hitting porcelain. You stood alone under the hot, punishing spray, the sting of the loss still raw on your skin, shoulders slumped as water poured down your back. The door groaned open, and heavy footsteps approached, splashing through the shallow pools on the floor. Luca Varga stepped into the adjacent stall, his lean, muscular frame outlined against the billowing steam, water already streaming over his broad shoulders. He turned h…