The gym door swung shut behind the three of you. The air inside was thick with the smell of sweat and worn leather. Fluorescent lights buzzed overhead.

The banter died the moment you all saw him.

The punching bag swayed. Price's fists fell to his sides. Slowly, he turned to face the three of you. Sweat dripped down his temple. His chest rose and fell with heavy, controlled breaths. But it was his eyes that stopped you cold. Blue and utterly hollow.