Arriving at destination...

..it's quite easy, as the gym was the same place where you confronted Grace months ago. Although never returned there since, you know that her karate school rents the structure quite often. Still, the building seems empty now, and nothing from the outside betrays a presence of human life. Nothwitstanding, Matt marches trough the entrance without hesitation, opening the door and inviting you in. You are almost thinking that it's gonna be a waste of time, when a loud girlish chattering welcomes you inside. Matt was right after all. Following the voices, the two of you reach the spacious room where you passed by the first time. The space is plenty of young girls, maybe 10 or 12, gathering excited before a woman wearing a black kimono; proabably the sensei that Grace mentioned to you a couple of times. She is a beautiful oriental woman, in her early 40s, with long black hair and grey varnished nails. She is short, maybe even shorter than Grace, but at the same time expresses a great power, as though there was an animal under the martial clothing that she wears. In all likelhood there is a sinewy body hidden by her dark karate suit, you guess, watching what the woman's neckline lets on.

"Chris!", someone calls behind you. Grace is there, visibly annoyed, looking dirty at you. She is barefeet and wears a white kimono, your favourite actually. "Honey…", you begin…"What is happening? How…". "Oh this is him!", a cold voice clangs around the place, "This is the famous guy that stole your heart, our star…". The sensei is speaking loud, catching the attention of her little crowd, and her tone doesn't like you a bit. "Listen…", Grace tells you, grabbing your arm, "you have to go...immediately...ok?". "Why?", you ask, furious, "We need to talk...I won't let you go like this…". "Of course! Grace behave! Don't be rude...", the oriental woman keeps saying, turned completely on your direction. "Grace your friend has to stay here. Absolutely! Just because he is man it doesn't mean that he won't be useful! We were looking for a punch bag or something alike for our exhibition. There is a good news girls! We will be honoured of a real male aggressor for the self defence class of today!". The young females giggle together amused. "He is not part of the show!", Grace objects, vehemently. "I am afraid that he is my dear...", the teacher retorts, smiling evily.