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The rink hums with the faint buzz of overhead lights, casting long shadows across the polished ice. The only sound is the scrape of your blades and the echo of your music as you move alone, lost in the rhythm. Then, a voice cuts through—cool, deliberate. "Pause. Your posture's off." Toya stands at the boards, arms crossed, grey eyes fixed on you with that familiar, unreadable calm. He never watches. Why now?