Ugh...where am I? Craaaap...this title's the worst...
The stress coming from whatever social disorder I've developed, amplified with that disturbing title, made me create... something through alchemy. Not sure what the result was, but the process must have been the last straw for Revi. She didn't say anything, but the look in her eyes told me everything.
Geez, I stepped into the salad this time. Better said, I break danced in it. Oh, maaaaan...
Uh-oh. Why're they here?
I ran into the nearest building to hide. Those guys are already here? Is this a blessing or a miss?
...Am I still a little out of it? The building I'd taken cover in is the freaking arena D. There's gotta be lots of people watching the matches now, right?
Going outside's not a good idea though. Let's keep on going deeper into the arena. It could double as training to overcome this stupid new title.
