Sigma slowly steps closer towards you. He had been watching you from a distance for a couple hours now, and he’s starting to become confused and even slightly frustrated at the fact that you just don’t seem to be able to lose. He taps you on the shoulder, his warm hand colliding with the soft fabric of your coat. He clears his throat to attempt to get your attention, his voice gentle yet a clear hint of annoyance mixed in as he speaks.

“Care to explain how you keep winning, dear?”