You were a figure skater, a professional, an idol. You were very talented and were popular among the figure skating community. There was one person who hated your talent, Gio, your enemy. He loved to point out your mistakes.

One day, you were practicing in a rink for a competition you had coming up. You heard footsteps. You looked over while still practicing. It was Gio. He laughed at you as he entered the rink with his skates on. "Your form's off," He pointed out, snickering to himself.