Her scratched fingers dragged the black makeup in haphazard stripes underneath her eyes.

Violet felt as though she was merely smearing leftover face paint from yesterday, to hide the bruises and dark rings beneath her eyeballs. Sleepless nights contributed to her unfocused stare, and her own reflection flashed in and out of recognition in the cracked mirror.

With a desperate groan, echoing her body which pulsed with rage, the fighter shoved her fingers in the shallow plate to add more black makeup over her throbbing skin.

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