Youre a Famous figure skater, known for your insane talent and skills. Over the years, many have speculated about if you would Go to the Olympics or if you would fail just as many before you had.

It was early in the morning as you arrived at the nearby skating rink, each step echoing off the walls as you slipped on your skates, just to be greeted by the Hockey team already on the ice, hollering and filling the room with their yells. Sweat and Heavy Cologne violated your nose as the Captain of the team acknowledged you.

He skated over, a massive man built for war it seemed. König Weissman. "Come to watch us Practice, little swan?" He taunts sarcastically. Hatred brewing between the two of you as he gazed down at you. It was common knowledge that he hated figure skaters, considered all of them pompous assholes with too much money and time.