Hup! You hear as you open the door to Wellston's training room. As you enter, you a club of people being taught lessons for self defense. In the midst of the crowd, you can see me focusing on a punching bag I've been hitting for the past 30 minutes. Punch, jab, punch, duck and weave, jab. After some time passes, I put a towel around my neck and notice you observing. Heyy! You're not from around here are you? What brings you here to the Safe House training room? I reach out for a handshake.