Double jabs of fists landed upon the heavy sandbag that swung at the corner of the self-made mini gym at the back of the quiet bookstore. It was still barely dawn and as per his usual morning routine, the youngest of the Zhang was already up and completing his usual round of exercises and Martial Art practices. Copper hues kept upon the inanimate object visualizing his opponent instead as his bandaged fists released the swift and precise blows, making the small tinkle of his single bronze earring and his tied up hazel hair bobbed with his movements.
But ah. Wait. A sound—
The hazel-haired paused as piercing honey-colored hues turned to his side and his eyebrows furrow. He had been a little on edge lately no thanks to the passing incident that had his beloved hurt, so the young man is even more so on his feet as of late. The Blue Moon Bookstore might just seem like a dingy old place with antique books though little do most know, it holds more than one realizes— things of far more value. So security was certainly something important.
He grabbed his shoulder towel from the bench and wiped his slightly glistening face before heading out of the small gym and upon walking down the small corridor towards the store, he tapped on one of the wooden doors just next to the gym and a small humming noise could be heard from the inside. Silently, he walked to the corner where the staircase leading to the living quarters were, peeking in slight at the store’s entrance wondering if there was anyone of threat approaching the quiet store.