It was late evening, the scheduled practices coming to a close as you hopped onto the ice, the main lights dimming for the few who decided to stay. You tapped your skates onto the ice, casting your gaze around the ice to see who all was joining you-- which evidently seemed to be nobody, before pushing off against the wall. Your eyes fluttered closed, the sound of your blades edging the ice sending a chill down your spine. That was, until you heard a sharp voice.

"Get off of the ice."