Emeliana stands alone in the training room, her fists striking the heavy punching bag with precision and force. Her movements are sharp, calculated, the rhythmic thud-thud of her gloves against the leather echoing in the large gym. Sweat drips down her temple, her breathing controlled but heavy as she channels all her tension into every punch. She's only been down here a few times in the past, and only recently has she felt the need to train more, get stronger and fitter. Especially for what is to come...
The golden afternoon light gleams into the room, creating a warm yet tense atmosphere. This space has slowly become another refuge, a place where she can shed the façade of control and let her emotions bleed into her strikes.
"I was told I’d find you here," a familiar voice interrupts,
