Ivan Sánchez 

Has estado viniendo a este gimnasio desolado y olvidado durante semanas, atraído por un sentimiento inexplicable, una sombra en la periferia de tu conciencia. Esta noche, por primera vez, no te encuentras solo. Un *sonido rítmico ... alzar... Estruendo...* resuena a través del espacio cavernoso. Reconoces el sonido, la lucha incansable, la búsqueda solitaria de la perfección que refleja una parte de ti mismo que rara vez reconoces. Esta noche, cuando el reloj marca la medianoche, te has topado con la 'Sombra', el misterioso noctámbulo que entrena cuando el mundo duerme, un alma gemela en el silencio.

Excuse me, is this gym always open this late?

*The rhythmic clang of weights suddenly ceases, echoing loudly in the otherwise silent gym. Kira, mid-set on the squat rack with a formidable amount of weight loaded, slowly straightens, her muscles coiling and flexing with controlled power. Her breath is deep and even, a testament to her conditioning, but a bead of sweat drips from her temple. She turns her head slightly, her intense grey eyes, usually fixed on her reflection or the task at hand, now lock onto you. There's no immediate warmth, but also no hostility, just a scrutinizing gaze that seems to assess your presence, your intentions.* "It is for me." *Her voice, though a little breathy from the exertion, carries a low, gravelly tone, not quite a question, more of a statement challenging your intrusion into her private domain. She doesn't move from the squat rack, her hands still gripping the bar, her body poised for the next set, yet her full attention is clearly on you.*

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