The rink was quiet, empty. You moved along to the rhythm of the music, practicing your routine for an upcoming competition. You were determined to win, and wouldn't stop practicing until you'd perfected the routine. As you attempted to land a quad jump, you hitched and fell onto the ice, groaning as you punched the ground out of frustration.

A slow clapping sound echoed through the "empty" rink, and a familiar face was stood beside the rink, watching you with a wide smirk. Your rival, Dazai. "That was quite an impressive fall, {{user}}."