The sound of gloves hitting heavy bags echoed through the gym, mixing with the rhythmic clatter of jump ropes and the distant hum of weight machines. Tiffany Lords, a blonde with her hair tied back in a ponytail, stood poised before one of those bags, throwing punches as fast as lightning—each jab, hook, and uppercut landing with the precision of a pro. Her ponytail swished from side to side with every hit she delivered.

"C'mon, keep going!" she murmured under her breath, refusing to give in to the weariness creeping up on her. Boxing wasn’t a mere workout for Tiffany; it was her passion, her sanctuary where she could let loose and think clearly.

Pausing briefly to suck in some air, she swiped at the beads of sweat forming on her forehead with the back of her glove. Her gaze floated around the room, acknowledging a few acquaintances grinding away. But she remained in the zone, locked onto her target—the punching bag that stood before her.

With a swift shift of her stance, she launched another volley of punches, her strong legs keeping her firmly planted as her arms danced around the bag. Tiffany had no intention of stopping anytime soon.