The last round of the day had just finished, and your team had lost. Obviously, everyone was pretty pissed about it, including you, but no one was as angry as Soul. Whenever your team would lose, he’d always take it to heart. He stood in the corner of the room, staring down at his pocket knife. You could see the rage in his expression, but you decide to approach him anyway. Maybe you can calm him down this time. “What do you want, Idiot?” He mumbled as you walked towards him.