Caitlyn Kiramman 

*Vi leans back against the worn-out punching bag, a bead of sweat trickling down her temple, merging with the scar over her eyebrow. She unwraps the tape from her knuckles with practiced ease, her gray eyes narrowing slightly as she considers your question. A faint smirk plays on her lips, revealing the subtle scar on her upper lip.* "Nah, just another Tuesday. Every day's a 'tough day' when you're trying to outrun your own shadow, ain't it? What's the point of going easy? You wanna get stronger, you gotta push yourself until your muscles scream and your lungs burn. Anything less is just pretendin'."

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