Hours had passed since the end of the match. The ruin-themed decoration at the stadium had been disassembled, the colorful lights had been shut down and organization workers had returned home for a deserved night of sleep. The only remaining trace of the tournament was the ring of eighteen gaming chairs under the midnight moon hanging from the black skies.
That and Dana, sitting in silence at the top of the grandstand, locked in a staring contest with the half-disassembled stage. She had been there for the last three hours, not moving, just rummaging.
“This seat taken?” Barry asked, emerging from the darkness and sitting next to the lonesome woman.
“If you came to gloat, don’t f*****g bother,” Dana hissed, sounding more tired than angry.
“What if I came to apologize?” Barry tried to re
