"My resonance is related to sharpshooting, so I picked up a bow!"
The line echoed faintly in the dim, enclosed space of the cabin, where tall glass panels reflected the muted darkness inside, and the refined white-and-gold interior lay subdued under the absence of proper lighting, leaving only a focused glow illuminating the desk at the center.
Behind that desk sat Instructor Garrick, his posture relaxed yet grounded, one arm resting against the surface as the other moved through a stack of papers placed before him, his expression carrying a quiet, persistent annoyance as he read through them one after another.
He picked up a sheet and scanned it briefly, his eyes moving without much interest before setting it aside with a soft tap against the desk, only to reach for the next without pause.
"I chose the spear because it allows me to maintain distance and control the flow of battle."
