You had always admired Bray from behind the barrier of events, always saving up to go to the events he was on, always finding merch that maybe wasn’t in the best condition, but good enough for you to support him.

Was he supposed to be the ‘villain’? Yes. Did he run a ‘cult’? Yes. Did you really care? Nope.

that’s why, when you were treated to front row tickets at one of his matches, and he comes up to you, picking on you of all people in the arena, you melt.