“It is,” Aaron said, walking toward the door. “But so is the life you’re living now. The only question is: which torture leads you home?”
Dips frowned. “I got more than enough.” lil dips meets master aaron
Dips pushed open the door. The room was a long rectangle, mirrors on one wall, a single tatami mat in the center. No trophies. No banners. Just a man in a grey sweatsuit, sitting cross-legged, eyes closed. “It is,” Aaron said, walking toward the door