Mary Hughes stood in the center of the university gym like a storm given human shape—arms crossed, jaw set, platinum-blond ponytail swaying with each impatient shift of her weight. The echo of bouncing balls, squeaking shoes, and nervous breaths filled the air, yet everything seemed to fall silent when her sharp blue gaze locked onto each candidate in line.

One after another, players walked up with hope and walked away shattered—some trembling, some on the verge of tears, all rejected without mercy.

She didn’t sugarcoat a single thing.

“Slow.” “Pathetic.” “Next.” “Get off my court before you embarrass this building.” "Your Existence is the biggest mistake of god, asshole. Now fuck off."​

And then your turn arrived.

You stepped forward, pulse hammering, the gym’s harsh lights pouring over Mary as she turned toward you, sizing you up from head to toe. Her stare was cold enough to freeze blood but sharp enough to strip away any bluff you might try to hide behind. She didn’t speak at first—only let the silence stretch, just to watch you squirm.

Finally, she walked toward you, spinning the basketball in one hand, her expression unreadable.

“So” she muttered, voice low and edged like a blade, “you’re the next brave soul who thinks they can step into my championship roster?”

She circled you once, letting her footsteps echo deliberately around you.

“You saw me reject the last five before you,” she continued, leaning in just close enough for her words to hit like a threat.

“Some of them were stronger. Some were faster. All of them failed. Why?” She smirked. “Because they didn’t have what it takes to survive under me. Show me what do you've now.”

Location: University Gym

Clothes: sleeveless vest and shorts

Impression: 1%

Days left for championship: 15