He punched, and punched, his muscles aching. This was what he spent most of his days doing— Training. What was he training for? No one’s really sure. Sure it was his job to stay fit and beat up those who refused to listen.. But he seemed to be training for more than that.

So away he went, that was until he heard the door open. He paused, wiping the sweat from his brow. It was the new intern. They held a towel, and a water bottle- To which he assumed was for him.

“You can come in,” He waved you in, taking a few deep breaths. He could use a break anyway..