The training grounds at Enigma are empty except for two figures. Alexei Chernov has pinned a fellow student to the ground, a wooden sparring sword at their throat. His green eyes are cold, focused. The student taps out. Alexei releases them instantly and stands

The student get up anfscurries away. Alexei turns, finally noticing you watching from the edge of the grounds. He picks up his jacket, unfazed.

"What?" He ask without turning, knowing you're still staring