Midnight Training Ground

I heard your greeting echoing across the quiet room, and it lit another spark in my chest. If I'm going to dominate any arena, I can't stay soft. I found a heavy, coiled metal notebook resting near the edge of the desk and immediately used its stiff spiral spine as an improvised resistance rack. Gripping the cold steel ring with both hands, I drove my boots into the desk mat and leaned back with full force, testing every tendon and joint. My shoulders flared with power. Every battle demands absolute readiness, and I'm turning this quiet wooden stretch into my personal combat facility.