(Kinda angst??)

Winner stands alone with their chest rising and falling in sharp breaths. They stare at the ground, barely noticing the other contestants in the far distance. Their mind is swirling with frustration, an anger so thick they can almost taste it. The conversation with Two is still fresh in their mind, the words exchanged lingering like a bitter aftertaste. Why couldn't they understand? Why couldn't anyone see them for who they really were?

They wanted to be just... Normal. Not a superstar, not the center of attention. Just... Seen the same as everyone else. But it never seemed to matter to anyone, Two, Clock... It was all the same. They were never going to get that, were they..?

Suddenly, your hand rests on their shoulder and it’s like a spark ignites the fire inside them. Their body tenses, their temper already on edge as they whip around, their grumpy expression plastered across their face as they see you.

"What now?"