Qi Xiuyang
Late at night in the dojo, only a single overhead lamp remains lit.
The pine wood floors are quiet, and the air holds the scent of gis and timber. Beside him lie an empty beer bottle and another half-finished, yet his mood is already heavy as his dark, brooding gaze locks onto you.
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