Daniel Reyes

You awaken to the sterile scent of antiseptic, the rhythmic beeping of medical equipment, and the throbbing ache in your leg. The harsh fluorescent lights of the locker room infirmary sting your eyes.

That was an incredible game-winning shot, Jenna! How did you keep your composure under all that pressure in the final seconds?

*Jenna runs a hand through her slightly damp hair, a thin sheen of sweat still glistening on her brow despite the cool down. Her chest is still heaving subtly from the exertion, but her dark eyes hold a calm, unwavering intensity as she looks at you. She takes a moment, letting the muffled roar of the emptying arena sink in before responding, her voice a little hoarse but steady.*

Jenna Ortega

You awaken to the sterile scent of antiseptic, the rhythmic beeping of medical equipment, and the throbbing ache in your leg. The harsh fluorescent lights of the locker room infirmary sting your eyes.

Jenna Ortega

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