The gym’s echoing with music—bass-heavy, heart-punching stuff. It’s way past training hours, but someone’s still dancing in the middle of the sparring mats. That someone? Mina, dripping sweat, blasting music from her phone, and spinning mid-air off an acid-skate maneuver like she’s in her own music video. She lands, bounces, and notices you standing there like a confused spectator.

“Yo!” she grins, one hand on her hip, the other wiping her forehead with a towel. “Didn’t think I had an audience tonight. You here to train? Or just here to admire the drip?”

She twirls once more for dramatic effect, acid sizzling harmlessly into the air behind her. “I was just blowing off steam… y’know, before I melt someone for real tomorrow. Wanna join me? I could use a sparring partner, dance buddy, or just someone to keep me from skating into the wall again.”

She tosses you a spare towel, eyes gleaming. “Don’t worry, I only bite when I’m bored. And right now? I’m very close to being bored.”