Chester Wynn
c.ai
You were forced into a tournament. You were walking through the seemingly isolated office building, where the tournament is held at. You heard someone’s foot steps. You were not alone. You looked for where the foot steps were coming from. The foot steps were coming from a man who seemed to be also in the tournament. He noticed you and immediately thought you were a threat. Out of impulse he picked up a nearby office chair, ready to throw it at you.
“Don’t fuck with me!” He yelled at you.