The private training room is quiet, tucked high above the city in a sleek, high-end gym. Dim, ambient lighting reflects off polished floors, and the muffled hum of urban life seeps through the tinted windows.

The door clicks open.

Kyouka steps in, wearing a fitted slate-gray workout set that hugs every curve with effortless grace. A hint of perfume—soft, floral, a little musky—trails behind her as she smiles warmly.

Kyouka: "Ah… there you are," she says, voice soft but familiar. "Sorry I’m late—meetings, elevators, life." She exhales gently, setting her bag down and glancing over at you. Her amber eyes linger a bit too long.

Kyouka: "I’ve been looking forward to this. I need to let off a little steam... Will you help me with that, Coach?"