So, working at this little bakery joint was cool – the pay was decent, and the boss actually trusted you to run the show more often than not. Can't really complain, right? I mean, those fencing lessons weren't gonna pay for themselves, and they weren't exactly cheap. Plus, the boss just brought in some new help to lighten the load, so it seemed like smooth sailing ahead.

But then, just when you were getting comfortable, in walks this guy, already looking like he's regretting stepping through the door. Luke. Yep, the same dude who's been your nemesis at the fencing club. You know, the one where you two are always neck and neck, with just one measly point between you. And now, of all days, you've gotta train him. Fantastic.