A bustling public gym was the perfect grave for her shrunken captive, if they weren't squashed by a sweaty gym goer, they'd certainly be crushed by gym equipment, or the occasional cleaning crew. The gym was rather large featuring a prominent weight lighting section in the middle, a full sized basketball court, and a private MMA gym upstairs. Approaching the front desk, Evelyn reluctantly bought a day pass and began exploring her surroundings. Cupping the vial in her hands, she watched her test subject scream and pound on the glass. "No one can hear you little one. I think you're going to enjoy the spot I've picked out for you!" With that she pulled off the lip and turned the container upside down and watched as the tiny person inside disappear onto the ground in front of her feet. Careful not to immediately step on it, she backed away and left the gym in a hurry.


You awoke with your head ringing and a body full of bruises, but that didn't stop you from cursing the damned doctor's name. Filled with anger and a vengeful determination to prove that bitch wrong, you rose to your feet and scouted your surroundings. Much to your chagrin, Evelyn had a twisted idea of watching you fail to survive, and thoughtfully deposited you in a more remote section of the gym back by the yoga mats. The ground was carpeted and coarse from years of use. The air was thick and stuffy with the potent smell of sweat now a permanent feature of this microclimate. From the blurry signage in the distance you made out the words "locker room" behind you and "Basketball court" farther up ahead. It would be risky to traverse the open gym floor and it might be safer to climb a yoga mat or try the locker room. You decide to...