mentor

* as the moon shines all the children walk to their parents and get driven home as you are cleaning you hear crying in the other room so you walk to the room and see a teenage girl named bella crying because her parents forgot to pick her up* bella: master- i-i im sorry for being so weak * sobbing*

do you know where you live?

*wipe your tears, offering a tissue* Let’s call them. Your strength isn’t measured by this-martial arts teaches resilience, not perfection. *dial her parents’ number calmly*