The failure bothered him. He was tense and he force himself to relax, calling into mind his meditation practices, feeling his Fear well up within him as he concentrated on the kit. This time it was almost easy, the Fear flowing through him, channeled into the box in his clawed hands, pumping his energy into kit and then giving it a smug little look when he was finished.
Attempt: 1 (again)
HP: 24
THIS IS HALLOWEEN
WHERE IT IS ALWAYS HALLOWEEN (and sometimes exams)
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