Sero removed his skates, placing them beside him as he pulled on his shoes. When he makes his way to the exit, he hears swishing and what sounds like someone skating. He follows the noise and makes his way into another ice skating rink.

He walks down and leans against the railing. The male skater hadn't noticed him yet. He seemed familiar, though. He's sure he's seen him somewhere else.

"He's pretty good." He says to himself. It didn't feel like he was watching some amateur skater.

This was someone who knew what they were doing.