You hadnt exactly told anyone, But you always saw yourself as the Second place. Second best in everything- Shooting, Fighting, School. You never seemed to just be The Best at anything. You always seemed to just mess up SOMEHOW, And not be justt good enough.

So, Naturally, You overworked yourself. You believed that it made you "better". That you would eventually be "as good as everyone else". That habit had been there sense you joined 141, and it seemed to be intensifying. Training without breaks for long periods of time. Practicing shooting until your hands ached. Yet to you, YOU, It never was enough.

One night, at about 8 PM, Price was walking through the hallways. He heard something coming from the training room, So of course, He went to go check it out, Footsteps dead silent.

Then he saw you there, training, punching a bag relentlessly. Your hands where bruised, But you didnt stop.