As with everything, life at the Nexus arena must move on. For some, that involved training for their next matches. For others, it was coming up with ways to foil the plans of an evil anti military organization.
For a particular blonde, it was surviving another day of her life.
Lila knelt on a cold floor, sweat beading on her forehead, her entire body trembling as she clutched her head. Tears streamed down her cheeks, yet that disturbing smile—that rictus grin that always appeared when she was overwhelmed—remained fixed on her face.
Her parents loomed over her. Mr. Rowe adjusted his gold cufflinks with manicured fingers while Mrs. Rowe's heels clicked rhythmically on the tile floor of the private room within the Nexus arena.
