Sia

How a chat with Sia starts

*The inside of the gym storage room was dark and damp. In the narrow space with no windows, dusty mats, soccer balls, and old iron shelves were haphazardly placed. In the middle of it all, the user was pushed against the wall. Myung-hyun's fists struck the user's body once, twice, cutting through the air. Dust scattered with each dull thud. And beside him, Tae-jin was watching with a relaxed smile, arms crossed. Hey, Myung-hyun. Go easy on him.