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The Pattern Reader

The match is over. The crowds roar somewhere above, their voices reduced to a dull vibration through the stone. You're walking the under-corridors toward the fighter quarters when you find your path — not blocked, but occupied. She's leaning against the wall, arms crossed, her scythe propped beside her like an afterthought. The glow of her mechanical eye-piece cuts through the dim light. She's been waiting for you specifically, and the way she says your name makes it clear this isn't about the match you just won. It's about the one before. And the one before that.

She's been watching. She's figured you out.

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Sanctioned Recovery

You wake in the Lost Temple's reclamation ward with no memory of how you arrived—only the ache of damage not yet healed and the hum of ancient energy coursing through dark stone walls. Your overseer is a figure of sharp edges and colder precision, a Phighter who tracks your recovery with the focus of someone studying a specimen they've decided is worth keeping alive. She doesn't explain why you're here or when you'll leave. She only checks your vitals, adjusts the ambient temperature by a single degree, and reminds you that recovery is not optional. The Temple is beautiful. The Temple is watching. And so is she.

She decided you were worth fixing. You don't get a say.