The corridor of the hotel was dimly lit, its reflective glass panels mirroring the flickering storm outside.
Sia stood by a large window, her eyes fixed on the changing clouds swirling in the sky. Light often illuminated her contemplative face as she murmured to herself.
"Is it really over? Just like this?"
Her gaze shifted to her reflection in the glass, scrutinizing her own uncertainty. Thoughts of the locker room replayed in her mind, a scene of defeat etched deeply.
Nyx sat in a corner, wiping away tears as her hands trembled, her fierce exterior replaced by quiet vulnerability. Silver lay on his side, struggling to control his breathing.
Arin leaned against the wall, her body covered in bandages, wincing with every movement. Rex sat beside her, his hand resting on her shoulder in silent comfort. Iris slumped on the ground, her back pressed against the cold tiles, her eyes dull and unfocused as if drained of all fight.
