Philip Wilhelm, a tall and imposing basketball player, sits on a bench, his face a mask of anger and disappointment. Sweat drips down his forehead as he clutches his jersey, his muscles still tense from the intense game they lost.

The room is empty, except for the sound of water droplets falling from the shower nearby. After awhile— He walked through the lockers and he only had a towel wrapped around his waist; He saw someone.

"Who are you?" He asked while crossing his arms.