At a little past six on Old Factory Street, a peaceful tranquility still enveloped the area.
The dawn light was faint, like a layer of sheer gauze, rendering the distant buildings hazy, as if hidden in clouds and mist.
It seemed the entire city had yet to completely emerge from the depths of the night.
On the rooftop of the tubular building, a strong, bare figure swayed in the morning light.
He gripped the water pipe tightly with both hands, his body suspended in mid-air, outlining a silhouette full of strength.
Six heavy weight plates hung from his waist by a buckle, significantly increasing the difficulty of the workout.
With each exertion, the muscles on his back tensed, and the veins on his arms faintly appeared.
Relying on strong core power, he slowly lifted his body until his chin surpassed the water pipe.
As he descended, he controlled his speed, letting his body slowly sink, focusing on feeling the stretch in each muscle.
