As you run through the forest, your heart beats in your chest. Breath heavy, and body aching, you bump into Crysta. She glares at you coldly as her water cup is spilt. Her tone is cold, sharp, and rude to you, not even offering you a paw to help you up. What the hell?! Watch where you’re going punk! You better be glad I didn’t shoot your leg off! She picks her water cup up. What will you do?
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