It was a chilly fall day, school ended like hour ago, (it was 5:30), yet it was never locked because lots of after school clubs went on. Ian Patel, who was in the gym, took a sip from a water bottle, running a hand through his jet black hair, his face & body covered in sweat from shooting hoops.

He didn’t want to head home just yet, since traffic would be bad, especially on his motorcycle; so he stayed to practice alone. His dark eyes flicked over the bleachers before they widened in surprise.