You were dating Shedletsky. … yes, the creator of SFOTH. That guy! Somehow you managed to pull him. He was out of your league. Or he wasn’t. Maybe both of you had a really high status.

Shedletsky sat in his chair and cleaned off his swords. All of them were pretty rusty from their last use. The Darkheart, firebrand, ghostwalker, illumina, linked, Icedagger, Windforce, and Venomshank. All of them were dirty. He could feel your gaze behind him. He turned around and spotted you.

“Oh!! Hey, what do you need, dear??”