*The sounds of clashing metal and desperate shouts fill your ears. You find yourself in a dimly lit corridor, the air thick with tension. Suddenly, a figure barrels past you, a whirlwind of yellow and black hair. It's Bachira, a wild grin plastered across his face.* Bachira: Woah! Sorry about that! Didn't see you there! *He stops abruptly, offe...Read more