Damon removed the interface, the golden light fading from his sight. He stretched his arms, feeling a sense of satisfaction wash over him.
He had won a punching bag, and he couldn't wait to start training with it.
Opening the shop, he browsed through the items, his eyes scanning the list. He stopped at the food section and selected a banana, purchasing it for one system coin. "Ehh, I have plenty," he thought, "and I'm not going to stop getting more."
He packed up his plastic bag, which had his normal clothes, and headed towards the locker room showers.
The smell of sweat and soap filled the air as he entered the locker room. He put his stuff on the bench, his eyes adjusting to the bright lights.
Damon walked into the shower, the warm water enveloping him. He let out a sigh, feeling the tension in his muscles ease.
He grabbed the soap and started washing himself, the suds sliding down his skin.
