After the fight, Arthur was the first one to leave the gym. His steps echoed down the hall until the door creaked shut behind him, leaving only the low hum of the lights of the gym behind.
The air felt heavier once he was gone; Ryan and Maya both took a deep breath of relief. It felt like the room itself exhaled with relief—and now only Ryan and Maya were left standing there, facing the weight of what just took place a while ago.
Maya sat down on a wooden bench, fixing her ponytail as she wiped down the sweat on her forehead with the back of her hand. She looked completely exhausted, but her eyes were sharp.
She slowly looked towards Ryan, scanning him down with some suspicion in her eye before her voice came, firm. "Alright... now tell me what you got yourself into." Her face was unreadable as her eyes kept fixed onto Ryan. "This doesn't seem like some normal thing."
