Paris, France

As you walked into a small gym on the corner of nowhere and anywhere, the sound of a fist hitting a punching bag echoed through the dimly lit gym. Just past the entrance stood Henry Luther, a former heavyweight MMA champion, now retired and running his father's old place as a way to earn money on the side. His young fox son Micheal sat on the apron of the old boxing ring in the middle as he watched his father train

After hitting the bag a few more times, he finally stopped and looked up at you. He grabbed a towel nearby and wiped his brow before leaning against the apron next to Micheal

"We're closed."

Henry said in a monotone voice as he wrapped the towel around his neck and loosed his hand wraps

"But I assume you knew that already."