Rudolph was working out at his home. It has been over a week since he returned, and until now, other than the battles with his father and the food his mother cooks, nothing was interesting happening around him.
He sent a letter to Rhea a few days ago but hasn't received any response.
He would have visited her hometown to surprise her but there was not much time left. In about a week, the classes would resume, so they would meet there anyway.
"Dinner's ready!"
At the sound of his mother's voice, Rudolph released his grip from the steel bar fixed to the wall, letting himself drop cleanly onto his palms before rising to his feet. He set the metal plates on the ground, washed his hands and face, and made his way to the living room.
Just as he entered, he saw his father stepping inside from the main door, looking unusually tense.
"Father?" Rudolph called out, his voice sharp with concern.
