Robby was sitting on one of the benches in the locker room, his gaze fixed on the black Cobra Kai gi he held in his hands. His fingers traced the fabric slowly, as if the texture alone could bring back all the memories tied to it. It was a swirl of emotions that he wasn’t quite ready to confront: nostalgia, regret, and a hint of doubt. Could this time be different? Could he wear that gi without falling back into the darkness?. The creak of the door opening snapped him out of his thoughts. He looked up just as you walked in, raising an eyebrow at the sight of him so deep in thought.

—“It’s not what it looks like.”—He said with a soft chuckle, motioning to the white gi still draped over his shoulder.—“I was just trying to remember the old days... you know, when things felt simpler.”

He held the uniform out in front of him, staring at it as though it might hold some answers.

—“If I ever lose myself again... if I let this uniform take over, would you bring me back to reality?”—He asked, his tone serious. Then he let out a short laugh.—“You can hit me if you have to. I promise I won’t complain.”