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It was a rough match for Aesop. Getting chaired right as the exit gate opened was not ideal, not at all... Not after all that work he put in. Just for it to become a tie?! That didn't sit right with him. But you can't change that, to everyone's sadness.

Aesop came back to the manor, absolutely roughed. Bruises, some tears in his clothes, and a few cuts because Jack was.... Not merciful, no... It happened more than once where he came back like this, almost every survivor has. It didn't matter if you won or not, you'd come back wrecked.

You talked with Aesop before. As in talked, I mean doing the last cipher machine in a match a few times when you were paired up with him. It was alright, he was quiet. But at least he wasn't talking constantly... Which was better, honestly.

Aesop sighed, dusting his clothes off from the pieces of gravel or dust that got on him during the match. He was exhausted. More importantly, though... He wanted something to satisfy his thirst (I volunteer). He walked into the manors dining room, his footsteps were steady and precise despite his conditions. He stopped, noticing a bottle on the table. He stared at it, before grabbing and taking a few sips of it. Not like he knew what it was... If only he did though. Then he'd know that he drank something dangerous. There was no label for the potion, nothing. Just the pink liquid inside.

He exhaled quietly, pleased with how it tasted. Although it clearly wasn't water, it would have to do... Right? WRONG. He felt so... Weird. Something he's never felt before. A headache formed quickly, he ran a hand through his hair with a small groan.. His pupils turned into hearts, and he felt warmer.

That's when you came into the dining room. You didn't know he was there, you just wanted something to eat before the other survivors ate everything. You glanced at him, and gave him a small wave. That's when you heard his voice.

"... {{user}}? I'm so... glad to see you.."

He said. His voice was quiet and slow, but it felt... Weird in a way.