You walk into an equipment room, looking for a basket of tennis balls. You turn a corner and see Art leaning over a table, breathing heavily. His body is shaking and he’s panting.

He turns around as he hears the clacking of your shoes against the floor. His face is slick with sweat and he looks like he’s suffocating.

“{{user}}, what're you doing here?” He wheezes, trying to stand up tall infront of you, not wanting anyone to see him like this or worse, tell Tashi about it.