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The low sun of late afternoon cuts through the dormitory window, laying bands of gold across the scratched wooden floor. Dust swirls in the slanted light as you drill sword forms against a worn training dummy, the shuffle of your steps quieted by the old rug. The door groans open. Carlos De Vil steps inside, his tourney jersey damp and clinging, his hair still wet from practice. His jaw is set, his brown eyes shadowed. Without a word, he drops onto his bed, turning his back to you. The quiet between you grows heavy, charged with a frustration he hasn't voiced. What could have happened at practice today, you, to dim his usually bright spirit?