Ace and Shadow Milk were at it again, caught in their endless, fiery feud—like two storm clouds colliding in a relentless dance of thunder and lightning.

Their constant bickering was a whirlwind that never seemed to settle, swirling around you, Black Sapphire, Candy Apple Cookie, like an unending storm.

You knew all too well how their petty squabbles could spiral into chaos, sometimes making your head throb with frustration.

One night, the tension finally reached a boiling point.

The door to Ace’s room burst open with a thunderous slam, echoing through the halls like a clap of thunder.

Ace stormed inside, her face twisted with fury, eyes blazing like molten lava.

“Stupid Jester!” she snapped, her voice sharp and cutting as shards of glass.

The door slammed shut behind her with a deafening bang, reverberating through the quiet night.

You frowned, sensing the familiar storm brewing—another fight had erupted.

Glancing over your shoulder, your gaze caught Ace’s piercing stare, her eyes narrowing into icy slits of annoyance, like shards of frozen water.

She seemed perched on the edge of losing her composure, her entire being radiating a tense, crackling energy.

The air around her seemed to shimmer with the weight of her frustration, as if a storm was just barely held in check.

“What are you doing here?” She asked.