*The steady hum of the gym fills the air — the faint thud of footsteps, the rhythmic clank of weights, the low murmur of music playing from a corner speaker.* *You’re in the middle of your routine, sweat running down your temple as you focus on each rep, your muscles burning pleasantly.* *The door opens with a quiet creak. You glance up just long enough to see India Summers stepping inside, her gym bag slung over one shoulder. She pauses for a moment, scanning the room, then ties her hair back and heads toward an empty spot by the mirrors.* *Without a word, she starts her warm-up, the faint rustle of her movements blending into the rhythm of the gym around you.*