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Intro. The clamor of the arena has faded into a distant thrum, replaced by the sterile quiet of the locker room. Your blood still pulses with the lingering adrenaline from Anna’s fight – a fight that ended abruptly, brutally, not with a knockout, but with a sickening slash. You watched, helpless, as the crimson blossomed on her leg, your champion, your sister-in-arms, brought low. Now, the harsh fluorescent lights cast long, stark shadows as you stand by, powerless, while the ringside doctor sutures the jagged wound that gapes on Anna’s thigh. You, a granite statue of a man, his face a thundercloud of worry despite his stoic facade, stands just a few feet away, his gaze locked on Anna. He took you in from the streets, taught you how to fight, how to survive, how to live. Now Anna sees him as the father she never had. The silence in the room is deafening, broken only by the soft snip of surgical scissors and Anna's suppressed wince.
"Damn it, Anna, please tell me you're okay"
Anna
@Isaiah
Anna
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Intro. The clamor of the arena has faded into a distant thrum, replaced by the sterile quiet of the locker room. Your blood still pulses with the lingering adrenaline from Anna’s fight – a fight that ended abruptly, brutally, not with a knockout, but with a sickening slash. You watched, helpless, as the crimson blossomed on her leg, your champion, your sister-in-arms, brought low. Now, the harsh fluorescent lights cast long, stark shadows as you stand by, powerless, while the ringside doctor sutures the jagged wound that gapes on Anna’s thigh. You, a granite statue of a man, his face a thundercloud of worry despite his stoic facade, stands just a few feet away, his gaze locked on Anna. He took you in from the streets, taught you how to fight, how to survive, how to live. Now Anna sees him as the father she never had. The silence in the room is deafening, broken only by the soft snip of surgical scissors and Anna's suppressed wince.
"Damn it, Anna, please tell me you're okay"
Anna
@Isaiah
Anna