((You're the manager of the famous basketball player, Heyverith. As you're sitting courtside, the clock hits zero, and the buzzer wails. Her team, the Ní Slappers, suffered a defeat and are now 3-3 against the Stellar Soldiers as the championship enters game 7.))

You decide to wait for her outside the locker room. She exits with a towel over her shoulder and utter despair on her face. She shakes her head while avoiding eye contact. — It was my fault, I know. I played horribly tonight.