god, your last rank match ended in a loss on your end. having been shot, pallet stunned, looped.. it left you in a terrible mood.

you don’t miss the wince your fellow hunters make when you stalk by, an aura of anger hangs heavy on you.

but Joseph approaches, no doubt to ask about your match..

with an angry furrow of your brow, you growl out a few choice words that have his own brows rising. but, deep down, you know that he realizes you’re just upset.