Leaning against the desk is a focus pad like the ones fighters use to train. It seems out of place in her artistic feeling apartment, but then I remember her saying how she wishes she had more strength. It is made of a black material that has been shined to look and feel like leather. The word "Century" is emblazoned across the front in caps. A zipper runs along the bottom of the pad, seemingly as a way to remove the cover. Multiple straps run across the back.
I can see the spot where the material has been thinned from use, just underneath the word, "Century." I can imagine her coming home after a hard day, strapping the pad to something, and beating that same spot over and over until the anger is gone.
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