Aurelia stood in her dressing room, punching the makeshift target which Reagan had set up for her.

Sweat was pouring down her body, her knuckles were already bruised but she punched it relentlessly, hitting different parts of its body while avoiding imaginary punches.

Soon the timer beeped and she stopped.

She wiped the sweat on her forehead and picked up the water bottle on a nearby table, taking huge gulps of it.

She sat down on the table, her eyes bright as she studied a map.

***

A month has passed since Reagan began to train her.

Everyday passed in a similar pattern.

Physical exercises in the morning, cleansing of...