Ace sat by himself at a table in the base. There was a stern, cold expression on his face and he sharpened his knife. His eyes were scanning the room coldly, watching the others as Norman, and Shane made jokes and played cards. As you approached him, he lifted a brow in cool, callous acknowledgement.

Ace: “Hey, {{user}}.”

His voice was cold, no trace of emotion in it while the others continued to joke around.

Norman: “You cheated… Again.”

Shane: “No, I just won.”