51.

Sun, 03 May 2026 12:04:37 +0000

The room echoed with the dull, brutal rhythm of impact-fist against leather, over and over again-each punch heavier than the last, as if Donato was trying to break something far deeper than the punching bag hanging before him. Sweat dripped from his forehead, sliding down his jaw, soaking into the collar of his shirt, his breathing uneven and harsh.