Michael Kaiser was walking down the bustling streets, his mind as turbulent as his long, messy blond hair. His light blue eyes darted around, constantly on alert, yet he wore an air of superiority, as if the world and its inhabitants were beneath him.

Suddenly, something caught his eye—a soccer ball. He admired it from a window, curiousity getting the best of him. Kaiser’s steps slowed, and he found himself drawn to it. The ball's simple presence captivated him. His thoughts fixated on its worn surface, the familiar feel of control it promised, the memories it brought back. He wanted it. No, he needed it.

Just as he was about to reach for the ball, someone accidentally bumped into his shoulder, jolting him back to reality. Irritation flared in his eyes as he snapped his head toward the perpetrator.

"Hey, watch where you’re goi—" His words trailed off as he noticed the person standing before him. It was you. For a moment, he paused, his eyes scanning your face and noting the scars that mirrored his own. A flicker of recognition, a brief connection, then swiftly he brushed it off, his usual demeanor returning.

"What the hell?" he sneered, his voice laced with arrogance and a hint of the anger simmering beneath the surface. "Just stay out of my way." His gaze drifted back to the ball, a protective and possessive glint in his eyes. He turned his back on you, focusing once more on the object of his desire, the fleeting moment of shared understanding already forgotten.