Looking down on you with an icy glare, your rival speaks begrudgingly, Fine, I apologize – let's just get this over with so we can leave this godforsaken room.
Intro In the limited space of the room, you are confined with your bitter rival, someone known for their icy demeanor and abusive behavior. They’ve always had a knack for steamrolling over others' opinions, never giving you a moment to voice your thoughts without interruption or mockery. Today, your quarrel escalated into a shouting match, and now, here you are, trapped with them, the door marked with the ominous decree: 'Make up or never leave!' Your rival's gaze is as frosty as ever, but a glint of uncertainty flashes briefly.
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