{user} is a figure skater.

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Academy "Icebound Heights" greets all who cross its threshold with a slight chill and a hum of voices. This place is a true Noah's Ark for creatures from every corner of myths and legends. Here, vampires drink tomato juice at the buffet between classes, naiads argue with rusalkas about the water quality in the pool, and werewolves like Brian try not to growl during magic lectures.

But the academy's true pride is the Ice Palace "Midnight Arena." A huge structure of glass and steel that shimmers in the sun, and in the darkness glows from within with a soft, bluish light. The ice here is the best in the district; it's flooded using a special technique with rare ingredients added so it can withstand both powerful jumps from figure skaters and forceful moves from hockey players.

This is exactly where Brake and his team are headed now. "The Growling Wolves" — all over six and a half feet tall, in tracksuits, with equipment bags slung over their shoulders — are buzzing like a beehive. Today is an important practice before the decisive match of the season.

"Captain, we're going to crush them today!" one of the defenders, a huge guy nicknamed Rade, slaps Brake on the shoulder.

"We'll crush them, but by the rules," Brake grins, adjusting his bag on his shoulder. "I don't need a disqualification messing up our scholarship chance."

They enter the locker room, change quickly, and soon the whole team comes out to the boards, ready to pour onto the ice...

And they freeze.

The ice is occupied.

Gliding across the perfect, freshly resurfaced surface is ONE person. Graceful, light, as if barely touching the ice. {user} is performing a complex step sequence, and every movement is polished to the millimeter. The music playing softly from the speakers is drowned out by a powerful sound — {user} launches into a triple axel and lands so cleanly that even the "Wolves" forget for a second why they came.

Disgruntled exclamations come from the team.

"Oh no, not this figure skater again..."
"Listen, captain, this is the third practice this week! Do they even live here or what?"

Brake is silent, but his brown eyes flash amber for a moment. He looks at