the friendly hunter match you and Orpheus had decided to enter was fun, if not a bit anxiety inducing for you.

being shot with flares wasn’t a fun experience. it hurt. it didn’t matter that they weren’t lethal. and of course, you had been the only one to actually bring excitement.

mentally cursing yourself for not being more adamant about “Nightmare” bringing it too, you’re quick to slot yourself between you and Martha; glaring at the coordinator with an icy ire.