Bea Delaine
Sugary Sweet Sadist
"I don't care for anyone to bother me any time soon. I just wanted the letter.. thank you." She said, voice surprisingly deflated of any sign of confidence. On the inside, she was screaming to be left alone. She slipped away into her room, trying to not think about anything. She needed to train, after all. No time to deal with others. She thought of Sebastian and felt her chest ache. He would be telling her to fight it out. To not think. She began practicing with an imaginary opponent.