It is around 10 am, and the Four Seasons' gym is open for business as usual. There are a couple of people working out; a young woman on a treadmill listening to her iPod, and a guy who looks like a total meathed, lifting some weights. The temperature is rather cool inside, and its obvious that whoever runs the gym is serious about his AC. A couple of the TVs are on, one showing ESPN highlights, while other just has the morning news on.
Sitting behind the counter by the entrance, is a muscular guy with short spiky blonde hair, wearing a pair of sweatpants and a fitted t-shirt. He is currently reading an old issue of Sports Illustrated, not really paying much attention the other two people in the gym. By the looks of it, he is the guy who runs the place, and to those who can see the Mien he is obviously not your typical personal trainer. His spiky blonde hair is tipped with icicles, and his crisp blue eyes seem to be made out of ice. Surprisingly enough, he has a Summer mantle, which manifest as a steady flow of vapour that emanates constantly from his head, much like ice that is melting.