Not too long ago, the world as it is known was split into three by a cataclysmic wall. Buildings caught in its wake were torn in half, and the resulting rubble cleared the remainders of humanity from its base. This didn't stop business as usual for the most part, but the need to survey the damages was certainly a priority to some. One such individual approached the relatively unscathed structure known as GYM. His attire suggested barista, but his posture detracted from his outward appearance. He stood before the front entrance, slightly perplexed. "The door looks brand new, but the frame and walls around it... Hang on... Did that Kalib guy even give me a key? Better not be locked I guess..." The man tried the knob, no luck. He even twisted it back and forth rapidly, but the door would not yield. Perhaps another tactic was required? "I could always run back and tell him everything's A-OK, but I guess I'm sorta intrigued. Maybe one of his BFFs will show up and give me some more deets on him... Hehe, like I need him to have visitors..." His alternative strategy would have to do. He pulls back his left arm, balling it into a fist. He then simply crouches and checks under the doormat. Bingo. "Cliche, but who am I to judge? Cliches always give me the key to victory!" With that atrocity committed, he enters the building, switching on the lights as he did so. GYM was open. At least it appeared that way, in reality it was just not closed.