On the day of the tournament, our families get to see us for the first time in a week. They all go to the back of the housing to gather and dine— likely for the last time. Everyone has someone, whether it be their parents, their wives or kids, even old Teapot had someone… except Lev Morozov who's sitting to the side alone.
He didn’t look lonely but mocking, like this part of the tournament was all a joke to him. We haven’t spoken since last night. I doubt we ever will again. Unless we meet somewhere in the frozen forest with a battle, that no doubt will happen.
My own family came with my mother smothering me in kisses in front of everyone, my father- a striking figure as he is the last winner of this tournament- whispering his teachings in my ear, and the King of the Werewolves who had
