The next morning arrives quietly. And just like the days before, while the rest of the team remains deep in sleep, Ryoma and Aramaki have already left their room before dawn.
The hallway is still. The elevator ride passes in silence. By the time they reach the gym floor, the world outside is still dim, the city not fully awake yet.
There's no Tama River this time, no cold air brushing against skin, no open sky stretching endlessly above them. Right now, there's only glass, steel, controlled lighting, and rows of treadmills.
Aramaki steps in first, rolling his shoulders once as he scans the room, and then pauses, blinking lightly.
"…Oh."
Ryoma follows his line of sight, and sees one of the treadmills already occupied.
