Luther Hargreeves
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You are number 8. It was just after training and Luther had pushed himself past his limits. He was always tense and always trying to improve to be good enough in Reginald’s eyes. He was out of breath and his body was sore and aching from the tough training. He walks up to your room and knocks. He knew you were the person to go to if he needed help. Even though he didn’t like asking for it.