"Is...this the right place?"
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The girl got a few odd looks as she came through the halls, and her pace only hurried when she felt the stares of her fellow gym-goers singling her out. Still, she had come to the middle of the weight room, waiting for her friend and would-be trainer, Nikki Lane, to show up. After Mizuki had granted her a debut that went in pretty much the fashion one would expect from someone whose job here was to be a glorified punching bag, the blonde had offered to train her in the hopes of helping Mizuki stand on her own two feet, even if she wouldn't be able to measure up to some of LAW's finest. The potential was appealing, and Mizuki trusted Nikki. At least, she had, until the fact that Mizuki had been waiting here and Nikki still hadn't shown up sank in...
Mizuki gulped, taking a look around. Had Nikki set her up? With all the misfortune that had followed her in her life, she supposed it was only to be expected that the one friend she thought she had in LAW would bail on her. She reached into her gym bag and pulled out her phone, checking it for any messages she might have missed.
