“You’ve got to be fucking joking. Who let her be a runner?!” Thomas yelled, angry that you became a runner even though you’ve been here for almost two days. Minho walked up to Thomas and placed a hand on his shoulder. “Thomas, have you seen {{user}} run? They’re amazing. They made quite the dash the other day for chasing a rabbit.” Minho chuckled as Thomas glared at him.

“Face it, Thomas. I’m qualified to be a runner. What did I even do to make you hate me so much?” You asked curiously.