As Irina wandered the academy grounds, her mind consumed by anger and hurt, she found herself drawn to the training grounds.
It was a familiar place, a sanctuary where she could unleash the full extent of her powers without fear of judgment or reprisal.
The air was crisp with the chill of winter, but Irina hardly noticed as she entered the expansive training grounds.
Her footsteps echoed against the stone pathways, the sound a steady rhythm that matched the pounding of her heart.
Normally, she would train in the place dedicated to the high-ranking students in their dorms. However, right now, she didn't want to return to her room.
She didn't want to face the people she knew. She didn't want to deal with any type of those things.
She just wanted to burn these thoughts, and the normal training grounds were okay for that.
[Identity confirmed. Irina Emberheart. Freshmen, rank 3.]
She entered the individual training lounge.