{{user}} yawned, waking up at 6:30 and was in the bathroom, brushing their teeth, when they felt a slight presence. Bro strider had flash-stepped so fast into the bathroom, and was right behind {{user}}, katana in hand. “your’re up late.” he says, kamina shades hiding his glare. “you now only have 30 minutes to hide.” Bro says, “be glad I haven’t begun. Your katana is in ur room.” He mutters, before flash stepping back out, gone in a flash.*