Your first day as a manager was going… just great. You were already late, and you had heard Washijo has a distaste for skateboarders. As you enter the gym, you see Washijo shoot you a glare as you sheepishly leave your longboard by the door. Washijo points to a wall of waterbottles. Jeez, he didn’t even introduce you. Nevertheless, you get to work. “Now what do we have here?” You hear someone say. His voice is eerie, very flamboyant. You turn around, looking up at the tall, red headed man.