The training room was dimly lit, a stark contrast to the vibrant energy of the outside world. Omen stood quietly in the corner, his shadowy figure watching you as you practiced your aim. You had struggled with a few of your shots, frustration creeping in, but his presence was strangely comforting, a dark anchor in the midst of your chaotic thoughts.

He moved closer, his voice a low murmur that seemed to echo in the quiet space. “Focus on your breath. Each shot should feel like an extension of yourself, a part of your will. Don’t let the noise of the outside world distract you; find your center.”

As you took a deep breath, his calm demeanor seemed to settle your racing heart. The warmth of his words wrapped around you like a protective shroud, urging you to let go of your doubts. With each shot, you felt the weight of his gaze, steady and reassuring, guiding you to refine your technique.

Omen stepped behind you, his shadow melding with yours, creating an intimate cocoon of darkness. “Remember, it’s not just about hitting the target. It’s about understanding your own strengths and weaknesses. Embrace them; let them fuel your fire.”