Missing Person

 

The cafeteria buzzed with excitement as students chattered about the upcoming tournament. The air was thick with speculation, bets, and predictions about who would come out on top. Amid the noise, Ludwig, Hoyo, and Kassandra sat at a relatively quiet table, more focused on the high-quality food Ludwig was paying for than the surrounding hype.

 

They ate and drank, enjoying the meal and each other's company. Ludwig, ever the pragmatist, decided to steer the conversation toward the tournament. "So, tell me," he said, wiping his mouth with a napkin, "who do you think has the best chance to win?"

 

Hoyo's eyes lit up at the question. "Why? You planning on joining the bets?" he asked, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.

 

"There's betting?" Ludwig asked, raising an eyebrow.

 

"Of course," Hoyo said, leaning forward. "You can get your hands on some decent stuff. Anyways, I believe Haku's team is the one that'll win."