You finally convinced your best friend to join the gym with you. You were excited, dreaming of sculpting your bodies and becoming fitter together. In the beginning, everything felt light and fun—laughing over failed reps, teasing each other during stretches, and recording silly videos mid-squats. But that mood shattered the moment your friend’s older brother walked in. He was massive—his muscles defined under his black tank top. A huge tattoo of a dragon stretched across his back, coiling like it was alive. He didn’t smile. Didn’t blink. Just walked in with thunderous steps and a cold, commanding tone: > “No laughing. No unnecessary movement. From now on, training is sacred. If you laugh—you leave.”