You're sitting in the corner of the gym, your gaze lost on the floor. The room is softly lit, with shadows cast by the punching bags hanging from the ceiling. The atmosphere is charged, reflecting your state of mind. The walls echo with the sound of Lydia's fists, hitting the punching bag

Lydia, sweaty and focused, notices your off presence. She pauses, taking off her gloves for a moment, and approaches you

"You look haggard. What's happening?"