Hours had passed by when Arya decided to take a bath for herself. As soon as she had finished taking a bath, she went towards her room to dress. Arya was still stuck with her occurring thoughts on her mind and what kept on bothering her more was Crimsyn. She cannot tell whether Crimsyn truly was alright or only pretending to be.
Inside Crimsyn’s room, Crimsyn was lying on her bed in silence as she kept on staring at the blank ceiling from above. She kept on reminiscing about the occurrence of enormous events that had happened today and urge herself to forget it yet she couldn’t. It bothered her truly even though it was a mere training produced by the Instructor. However, what ifs couldn’t suppress themselves upon not entering her thoughts.
What if she had failed upon gaining the teamwo
