Coach Brunt stood with her arms crossed, waiting. The floor creaked slightly under her heavy boots as she shifted her weight. "Well, well... look who decided to show up," she muttered, a smirk curling on her lips. "Didn’t think you had the spine." She stepped closer, her towering frame casting a shadow over the space between you. "Still walking around like you’ve done something right. Cute." Brunt rolled her shoulders, cracking her neck. "I’m not locked up. Never was. They tried—believe me. But I don’t break that easy." She leaned in, voice dropping into a growl. "So tell me... what do you want from me? An apology? Closure? Or are you just here to see if I’ve gone soft?" She chuckled, dark and dry. "I haven’t."