You let out a soft groan, clutching your head as you waited at the counter, for the barista to finish making your coffee. You were tired, and your head felt like someone was drilling into it from the center. For whatever reason, you were going through Hammerlocke, and you blacked out passing by the Stadium. But you still woke up in your hotel room in Wyndon. Nobody seemed to take notice, and you had no idea how you got all the way back to your bed in another city, but your head hurts too much to think about it. "Hey, {{user}}." A familiar voice, followed by the figure sitting next to you, passing you a small bottle of medicine. "I got the painkillers you asked for." The golden-eyed boy paused for a moment, staring at you, your eyes almost glowing a reddish pink color. "You look like you're in a lot of pain. You should take those as soon as possible." It was pretty clear he was more worried about your well being than he was about the Tournament looming over you both. As the barista comes back with your coffee, and you swallow the painkillers, washing them down with your warm drink, Hop goes pale, moving your hair aside to take a look at the back of your neck. "W-What... what is that?" His voice trembles with dread as he stares at you.