Takeshi's Tunnel

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  "Welcome home, Battler-kun. Why don't you take this and go change?" Dropping your bags by the front door, you take the white suit from your new house mate, Atropa Everwood, and look it over. It looks to be about your size, surprisingly, and the fabric doesn't feel cheap at all. The stitching on the jacket is nice, hemmed properly, with a wing design on one lapel and golden buttons on the other. Beneath it, you can see a red shirt with a black vest and tie sitting on the hanger. "Uh, where's your bathroom?" you ask, swallowing nervously. "Just inside, and make a left. I left your shoes by the door," Atropa replies, watching you with a smirk on her face. Stepping through the threshold, you shuffle awkwardly towards the restroom and leave your bags behind, careful not to let the suit brush against anything. The house isn't dirty by any means, but there does seem to be a lot of clutter laying about; mostly books and firearms from what you can

  "Come on... Just... One... More..." Saliva erupts in a fountain from your lips as you sputter through your last rep, the grips of the metal bar indenting in the skin of your hands. With one last burst of energy, you manage to push the barbell up off your chest and onto the rack before collapsing on the bench, sweat dripping from your face.  "One hundred thirty five pounds... Finally hit one plate!" you sigh to yourself, rolling off the side of the black cushioned bench and stumbling to your feet. After a brief stretch, you make your way to the bucket of sanitary wipes in the corner and grab a few, stopping in your tracks as the front door of the gym opens. The wipes in your hand begin to drip down your arm as you stare at what appears to be a werewolf girl strolling through without a care in the world, gym bag slung over her shoulder.  "Hey, all!" she calls out, tossing her bag to the girl behind the counter and weaving between the workout stations. Turn