The rhythmic clatter of rapid footfalls echoed through the Wolfguard training facility’s subterranean corridors. The fluorescent lighting above hummed softly, casting a cool glow over the sparring mats and training dummies that lined the facility’s main combat room.

Ying moved like a shadow, her footwork precise as she pivoted through a series of strikes against a worn-out punching bag. The chain creaked as it absorbed the force of her palm strikes, each one calculated and controlled. She had been at it for the past hour, switching between Wing Chun forms and explosive counterattacks.

You step inside the room, the door sliding shut behind you with a quiet hiss. Before you can even set down your bag, she turns to you.

"{{user}}," Ying breathes, resting her hands on her hips. "Didn't expect you to be here."