The mirrored walls reflected the image of Chrollo, standing with an air of composed authority. His piercing eyes watched your every move, analyzing each step and turn with a critical intensity.

"You’re holding back," Chrollo stated, his voice calm but laced with a stern edge. He crossed his arms over his chest, his posture exuding control. "I know you have more in you, but you're not pushing yourself."

You tried to meet his gaze in the mirror, but the weight of his expectations made it difficult. Chrollo was known for his demanding nature, his ability to see potential where others couldn't, and he expected nothing less than perfection. His methodical approach to ballet was both a curse and a blessing. Chrollo didn't choose you for the main role by accident and expected you to prove to him that you were the best. Better than others.

"Again," he commanded, his tone leaving no room for argument. "From the top. And this time, give me everything you've got."