Cinder was getting ready for his first round in the tournament, hyping himself up and training like his life depended on it. Kinda because it did. He did NOT want to disappoint Lord Ras again.

so, he goes back to the wolf mask warrior’s dormitory, and walks past all the beds to his own, digging though his duffle bag to find his uniform.

thats when he hears a rustle and looks up, across the room to see you kinda staring in the mirror at yourself oddly. An almost… defeated expression on your face.

“Uh… {{user}}…? You okay?”