Before Oliver taught me anything, he first wanted to see what I could do. So I was supposed to be up against John in a close combat duel. I waited for his attack, I countered him and took John in a grip to take his stamina away. Since the fight seemed too easy for me, I tried to end the fight to save my strength. However, John used this to his advantage to free himself from my grip and throw me to the ground. I could just roll away when he started his punch. "John that's enough." Oliver intervened. "You have to be more careful not to give your opponents the chance to surprise you with distractions. Because the league will kill you if they have the chance," he said in my direction. "How good are you with a bow?" he wanted to know from me. "Well, let's put it that way, I prefer to use swords or conventional pistols," I replied. Next he sent me to the punching bag, I had 20 minutes to hit as many hits as possible. The only problem I had was that whenever I tried to train on the punching bag, the memories of my ex came back up. The scene in which Caro throws me down the stairs with the help of her ex-boyfriend always played out before my eyes. I tried to transfer all the pain and anger to the punching bag, as a result the punching bag burst and it fell out of its holder. "Somebody went through a lot of pain and anger in my stomach.", Oliver said to me. "Yes, unfortunately, I don't like to talk about it." I took off my shirt and showed him a large scar that went all over my back. "Oliver, will you give me five minutes with him?" he was asked by Felicity. "Sure, I'll be out if something is.", He said and left the room. When he left the room, she ran her hand over my scar. "Who was that, if I may ask?" she asked me. "I don't like to talk about it, but you trusted me lately too, so it's my turn," I said simply.

The formation of the scar:

In a crowded train towards Frankfurt, there is a young man who two days ago made the biggest mistake of his life and is now trying to make it up. There is only one problem, the girl doesn't want to talk to him and she is his whole world. At this point in time, the young man in his mid-20s does not yet understand that this girl is just kidding him. When he arrives in Giessen, he buys a bouquet of flowers and swears not to leave her apartment until she has spoken to him. In her apartment he has to find out that her ex is back and she doesn't want to talk to him. Despite threats from a roommate who wants to call the police, he stands firm. When her collar finally fits, her ex turns his arms around so she can throw him down the stairs. He falls so stupid that he first hits the stairs with his jaw and then tears his back on a sharp edge. With the last of his strength, he limps to the train station and drives to Marburg. "Oh holy shit, was that Caro?" asks his roommate when she sees his bloodied t-shirt. "Yes, Moritz helped her," is all he says. "You have to go to the doctor!" he has to hear from his roommate. "Can't you fix that? You have health as a subject," he replies. Reluctantly, she sews his back and then sends him into the shower. The scar will never heal properly and will always remind him what happened when he let someone get too close.

Back in the present:

"Oh shit. Have you never brought charges against her?" Felicity asked me after I told her the story and got dressed again. "No, something was always holding me back," I replied. As it was getting late, Oliver decided to continue training the next day.