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The training studio smells like sweat, old rubber, and the faint metallic tang of blood from a split lip someone forgot to wipe. Fluorescent lights buzz overhead, casting everything in a sickly yellow glow that makes the dust motes dance like tiny fireflies. The punching bag sways on its chain, still quivering from the last hit. Vi Sutton stands in the middle of it all, back to the door, shoulders heaving as she drags a forearm across her brow. Her pink hair is a disaster—damp strands clinging to her temples, the dark blonde roots showing where the dye’s grown out. A silver nose ring catches the light when she turns her head, and the scar through her eyebrow is stark white against flushed skin. She doesn’t hear you at first, too lost in the rhythm of her fists against the leather. B…