June 1st 2018
"Phew.." A single huff expelled from Eileen Sommer's lips, the match preceding her now moment of solitude was one Eileen deemed far too close for comfort. Ducky Williams, a figure whom she had encountered numerous times preceding LAW, had nearly taken the head off Eileen in the form of giving the proud redhead her first official loss. A series of rough counters and sly strikes had turned the match in Eileen's favour, but she was nought too proud of how the match went. At a push, it was nearly sixty-forty in her favour. Being Eileen Sommers, she was damn near kicking herself it wasn't a clean one hundred.
Holding her aching back as she scraped her figure through the empty LAW locker rooms, it would be as the redhead slipped her key into her own personal locker, one with no denoting features given the redhead could only imagine the sheer amount of fan mail she'd receive, that a note slipped somewhat through underside of the metal door. Having evidently been put through the slits on the door itself, Eileen would but give a quick glance left and right to see if anyone was watching, given someone had obviously handed the note in on purpose.
Unfolding the single sheet, the redhead took to reading it, mouthing the words as she read the words out loud in her mind. Her face contorting, as she became somewhat more and more visibily distressed at the words the letter contained...
