/December 13th, 2025, 15:00
All through the shopping mall and the streets of SBC Glocken to the Governor's Office you ground yourself in gun-smoke and concrete, light-screens and combustion engines.
With the glares of the whole preliminary arena on you you can't stop from clutching Sinon's coat, head down, shoulders hunched.
You don't let go until Sinon pulls free of your fingers, changing room around you, to put on her clothes. The cold steel floor only touches your feet for a moment before armour adorns you and you only turn back around when Sinon tugs you toward the door, focus sharp and deadly on the tournament ahead.
