Inside a gym that usually only had two people at most, there were now four.
Steven, the owner of the place, stood behind the counter. Max, his one and only customer, was present as always. Then there was the man who had shown up once before, someone Steven would never forget. And lastly, of all things, there was another student.
But this one wasn't a customer. That much had already been made very clear by Max.
Seeing them all together in his little gym, Steven found himself asking one big question:
What did I do in my life to end up here?
He didn't understand the situation at all, why Max had gathered them, what they were planning, and once Max finally began explaining everything, Steven seriously started to think he was trapped in some kind of fever dream.
"Wait... wait... wait!" Steven said, holding out one hand while rubbing his forehead with the other. "Let me try to wrap my head around this. From the beginning."
He pointed toward the student.
