The training hall crackled with tension as Isabella and Aaron faced each other, weapons at the ready. Her eyes bore into him, an unrelenting blaze of anger and frustration.
"You played with my feelings, Aaron," Isabella hissed, her voice laced with anger and betrayal. "You led me on, making me believe we had something special. And all this time, you were just following some damn system!"
Aaron, his own emotions in turmoil, tried to explain. "I never wanted to hurt you, Isabella. I do care about you. The system just... it didn't give me a choice."
Isabella's response was swift and fierce. With a furious cry, she lunged at Aaron, her weapon slashing through the air. He barely had time to react, blocking her strike with a clang of metal against metal.
"Isabella, please," he pleaded, his words desperate. "I don't need a skill tablet to like you. I—"
