Palma ran ten laps around the training grounds every day. As well as: five-minute plank, ten push-ups, thirty squats, and fifty sit-ups.

In the training grounds...

"Ok. We'll stop here for today." Fritts said.

"Huff...puff...huff...puff!" Palma gasped. "I'm...pant...quitting...pant!"

She fell to her knee's, exhausted from all the exercising.

"I'm afraid you don't  have a choice..." Fritts mumbled.

"Huh?" Palma grunted.

"Hmm?" Fritts said.

"I'm pretty sure he said something just now." Palma thought.

Palma stared at Fritts. She had a tired epression on her face, which made it look like she was glaring at him.

"Anyhow, I have a prior engagement, so I'll take my leave first." Fritts said. "I'll see you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow." Palma replied.

Palma got up from the ground, brushed the dirt off her clothes, and wiped her sweat with a towel.

She squeezed the towel that was drenched in sweat.

"Hmm... I should probably get a new one from the laundry room." Palma thought.

Palma left the training ground and opened the dorr to the laundy room.

There was no one inside.

She looked around for the towels. It was in a straw basket.

"They look really clean! The workers here have amazing skills!" She thought. She picked up a clean white towel and tucked it in her pocket.

"SLAM! Click..."

Palma flinched. "Click...?"

Realising the source of the sound, Palma rushed to open the room door. But the door was locked shut.

She tried pushing, pulling, and kicking the door, but it didn't budge.

Realising what had happened, feeling a little paniced, Palma bit her nails anxiously.

"What do i do?" She thought.

"I...I'm stuck!"