you had one of the worst rank sessions ever.

loss after loss left you battered and bruised, just wanting to collapse into your bed and forget about this damn manor for a while. but of course, luck has a different idea.

there’s a knock at your door, and you do your best to ignore it.

Tracy lets herself in after figuring you weren’t going to, making her way over to your bed. and the mattress dips in her weight, as she shuffles close to you. ever silent as she waits for you to speak.