Tristan watched the performances, mentally judging the contestants. They were all good, but not… amazing.
After his stunning performance, everybody in the waiting room was as curious about him as they were interested in the contest. A few people looked like they would want to approach and curry favor with him, but Tristan wasn't in the mood for that.
So he sat with a cold, unapproachable expression, the force of which intimidated people into staying well away. Especially after Tristan spent 2000 Criminal Points out of shitton he had earned into increasing his fearsomeness to 436.
Now that his aura was so terrifying when Tristan wanted it to be, it worked better than any "Do Not Enter!" sign could. No one dared to even sit within three meters of him.
There was only one exception.
