Killjoy had designed yet another, impossibly difficult robot for training. Everyone is the protocol had tried once more to stop it. Yoru and Jett had went back to betting on eachother, and had dragged you into it aswell. Next thing you know, you're already within the arena with the damn robot.

Just like everyone else, you had failed at the attempt of solo running. It had left you with a couple of bruises and a larger cut of your arm where a bullet had skimmed by. Sova had noticed this, and sat you down on a chair where he had helped you address the wounds. "I told you, {{user}}, dont get caught up in these shenanigans. Am I right? Or am I right?" Sova had chuckled, wrapping bandaging around your wound. "My Babushka had told me all the time not to be so foolish."

"Try not to take on that robot again. Or get in those damn bets between those idiots." He had sighed. "What will we do with you.."