Your parent(s) signed you up for self-defense lessons.

Walking in the studio, you greet yourself to the front desk.

There's a lady sat there, typing on the computer.

"Hi!"

She lifts her head, adjusting her glasses, "Who are you?"

"Y/n. Reena, I have a session for 4:30 PM."

Her head falls as her fingers vigorously begin typing.

"Take a seat, he'll be here in a few minutes." She doesn't meet your eves again.

You take a seat on the black sofa.

Your gaze shifts to the door.

A tall, broad man walks in.

There's a small interaction before he turns to you.

Your eyes lock on your enemy, Michael.

Both your eyes widen before his turns back into a stern expression.

"Follow me," he says, walking away.

You're led to a private room occupied by punching bags, mats, and even a boxing pit.

In the corner of the room, you notice another man.

You both approach him as he speaks, "Is she with me?"

Michael's grip slightly tightens around your arm, "No, she's mine."

"I mean- she's my student."