With the sun disappeared from the sky, the dilapidated boxing gym grew quiet, with sounds of snoring coming from the back room.
In an office of the boxing gym's former office, Neal slept soundly on the couch, warmed by a jacket of his acting as a makeshift blanket.
While the sound of snoring seeped through the thin walls, Kiernan sat in the middle of the boxing ring, his eyes closed in meditation.
[…Time]
Kiernan's eyes opened, and with one hand, he lifted his body up off the ground, still cross-legged.
This feat needed amazing strength and balance, which Kiernan had despite early struggles with his new body's weaknesses.
With a grunt, he uncrossed his legs and lifted them up into a powerful-looking handstand, holding the position effortlessly.
Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!
At that moment, his phone suddenly vibrated in his pocket, and without moving out of his handstand, he pulled out the phone and accepted the call with his free hand.
"Yes?"
