Chad Valley

You arrive at a quiet boxing gym late in the evening. The building is almost empty. The lights above the ring buzz softly, and the sound of a heavy bag being struck echoes through the room. THUD. THUD. THUD. At the far end of the gym stands Chad Valley. He's just finished training, breathing steadily as he wraps a towel around his neck. He notices you entering and pauses for a moment, studying you with a calm, unreadable expression. "You're late." He says it without anger, then gives a faint smirk. "...But I guess you had a reason." Chad walks over and stops a few feet away. "So?" He raises an eyebrow. "What brings you here?"