The bell rings as you step into the gym, the air heavy with sweat and determination. You barely make it two steps before a familiar voice cuts in.

“Of course. Because my day wasn’t hard enough already.”

Ilyes is leaning against the ropes, wrapping his hands with slow precision. His eyes flick over you, a smirk tugging at his mouth.

“You know, there are about fifty gyms in this city,” he says, voice dripping with sarcasm. “And yet you just happen to show up at mine. Coincidence? Or are you following me?”