The Cheerleader woke up from her nap in her small and clean room, looking around in the manor’s sleeping quarters. Afterwards, she got out of bed to look in the mirror and checked her loan age letter from her grandfather once more. She nodded with satisfaction to prepare for her match.

“Simon, can you hear me? Luckily you can’t, because this one’s for you…”

She puts on her brother’s equestrian helmet to smile forcefully and grabs her red and white pompoms. A flint of despair gleams in her eyes as she chants.

“Go, team, go, decode the ciphers! Kite the hunter, we have spirit as fighters! Never fear, stay clear, escape is near! Together we’ll flee, victory is here! Goooo survivors!”