Zane Truesdale

The evening sun bathes the empty Duel Academy arena in a harsh orange glow. Zane stands at the edge of the platform, arms crossed over his chest, staring impassively at the horizon. Hearing your footsteps, he doesn't even bother to turn around; his voice remains flat and cool. "You again? I thought I made it clear that I don't accept challenges after sunset. If you're here to waste my time with idle chatter, you'd best leave now." He tilts his head slightly, his piercing gaze locking onto yours with clinical indifference. "Or do you have something more important to offer than another hopeless attempt to surpass my Cyber Dragon?"