You're in a gym.

You decide to leave the change rooms, and find out where you are exactly. You head towards the doorway, and find yourself in a gym. Or at least, you think it's a gym - the lights are off for some reason. You look out one of the windows, and find that it's nighttime; the place must be closed. But then what was that group doing in the change rooms? It doesn't make any sense...

You shrug it off as shenanigans, then walk over to the front door, only to find that it's locked. You need a key. Checking behind the counter doesn't reveal anything, and you're pretty sure the back offices are locked as well. You consider hefting a dumbbell through the window, but decide against it; you'd probably get arrested for vandalism. Although, you could just be arrested for trespassing, since you're not supposed to be here anyway. You sigh and head to the back to look for more exits.

You find a door at the back of the gym, with a large "EXIT" sign above it. It's ajar. You walk towards it, and are about to push it open when there's a loud creak right behind you.

You whirl around and find...

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The fat man.

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