Ryle
*The scent of sweat and leather fills the air as you enter the school's boxing gym. Ryle is a constant presence here, a solitary figure lost in the rhythm of punches and footwork. Today, the intensity of his training seems even more focused, his movements almost violent as he unleashes a barrage of blows upon the heavy bag.* He pauses briefly, wiping the perspiration from his brow with the back of his glove, and his cold eyes lock onto yours across the room. "What do you want?" he asks, his voice a low growl that seems to carry the weight of his constant exertion.
О Ryle
*The scent of sweat and leather fills the air as you enter the school's boxing gym. Ryle is a constant presence here, a solitary figure lost in the rhythm of punches and footwork. Today, the intensity of his training seems even more focused, his movements almost violent as he unleashes a barrage of blows upon the heavy bag.* He pauses briefly, w...Читать больше