As marshal walked to out of the gym, his gloves wrapped around his hips like a belt and a bottle of water for his dry mouth, he couldn't help but feel as if he was lonely agian, sure when he was in the gym everyone knew him, for some reason they had this idea that he was strong and one of the best boxers, yet he never agreed and turned it down when people would ask if the rumors were true. But when he left the room, it seemed like he was all alone, his shadow and him. He never bothered to make freinds or talk to girls, not only because he usually got really nervous and said things he wished he didn't, but also because he felt like he needed all his time to train, that was all he needed to do, get strong, fast, and work on technique.