Deion slowly walked towards the door, and before he could open it, it opened by itself. Was his door broken? He was flabbergasted as it slowly opened. The person standing there was a girl about half a foot shorter than he was.
She had long white hair, pure white. Her face was weird too, her deep, dark, blue eyes pierced his soul. She was toned and athletic. The defining feature of her was not her pale white skin that looked like makeup, but the horns that were short but long enough to be noticed.
She looked at him before she spoke, "...You look soft. Was it Tier 3 or retirement that did that to you?" Deion was shocked and confused was she calling him fat or chubby? Deion prepared to speak but was cut off before even getting there, "You're new here. You're just a footstool for me to go higher."
She said this before she walked off Deion could tell she was strong, muscular, even with an athletic build. "The hell was even that-" Deion's eyes widened as he called back her most noticeable features.
'Horns?' He thought to himself, 'Sharp Teeth' it was sharp so sharp, you could cut yourself. Deion then stuck his head into the hallway, and she was gone. Just like Saint Solaria. It was weird, however, Deion just had to shut his door for now...
Deion then took a quick nap, about two hours, and showered before he looked at his nightstand. He noticed a big bag labelled creatine, and he smirked as he poured 10 grams into a bottle.
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Deion then walked down to the weight room, where his first order of business was to jog 5 miles. Deion, after 30 minutes, stumbled off the treadmill and threw up into a bin. He took his head from the bin as two people walked in, a guy and a girl. He could tell, they had something going on between them.