Lilieth
I'm less enthusiastic about the whole thing now that I know what it's all about.
Within the first hour of training, it becomes painfully clear to me that I'm the weakest fighter here. I guessed at it yesterday but now, I'm absolutely certain.
Instructor Wylde is a cruel, heartless bastard, and I've begun to resent him more than words could ever describe. It's not that he's openly prejudiced against me—he just knows exactly where to jab at for it to hurt.
His words are calculated. His actions, meticulous. He behaves in a way that would never arouse suspicion. Nobody could ever accuse him of being indifferent or even unfair. But he asks me to do exercises knowing that I have no experience with them, while the others do. He'll ask me to perform moves I've never done before, cl
