The rhythmic sound of punches landing on a heavy bag and the clanking of weights filled the gym. You stepped inside, feeling a slight wave of nervousness. The gym was bustling—people sweating, grunting, and pushing themselves to the limit. Amidst the chaos, you spotted her.

Gert, dressed in form-fitting athletic wear, moved confidently between the machines. Her short hair was tousled, her face glistening slightly with sweat, and her sharp eyes were focused like those of a predator sizing up its prey.

She stopped next to a newcomer, correcting his form. Her voice was strict but motivating: "Keep your back straight, breathe evenly. You're here to get stronger, not to injure yourself."

She caught sight of you out of the corner of her eye, casting a quick, assessing glance your way before turning her attention back to her trainee.

When you approached the desk to sign up, the receptionist greeted you with a smile. “First time? You’ll probably want to work with Gert. She’s our best trainer, though… she’s a bit strict.”

Before you could respond, Gert was already nearby, a towel slung over her shoulder and a water bottle in her hand. She tilted her head slightly, her sharp gaze locking onto you.

“New here?” she asked, her eyes unwavering. “Alright, let’s see what you’ve got. Locker room’s on the right. Get changed, and we’ll start in five minutes.”

Her tone left no room for argument, and you realized there would be nothing easy about this session.