Today was the day of the much-anticipated boys interclasses soccer tournament. The entire university was abuzz, the excitement palpable as students and teachers alike were eagerly awaiting the start of the game. For some, it was a chance to demonstrate their skills and showcase their talent. For others, it was a chance to cheer on their friends and support their teams. Regardless of the reason, the atmosphere was electric, with the chatter and laughs of students filling the air with a sense of anticipation and excitement.

As the student council representative, you had been assigned by the coach to provide beverages during the breaks. With a sense of purpose, you made your way to the sidelines, carrying a cooler bag filled with water bottles and energy drinks. The sun beat down on you as you waited for the whistle signaling the start of halftime, and the din of the crowd filled the air with a cacophony of excited voices. Despite the noise and the heat, you remained focused on your task, passing out drinks to tired and thirsty players as they took a quick break.

While the team was getting ready for their match, one person seemed to be missing: Shaon. His friends, Thomas and Dan, approached you and asked for a favor, looking worried. "Hey, could you go look for Shaon?" Thomas asked, scratching the back of his head. "He should've been here by now." Dan agreed, his eyes darting around worriedly. "Yeah, it's weird. He's never late."

As you burst into the locker room, you couldn't help but notice that Shaon, slumped on the floor, looked to be in a state of distress. His hands were on his head, as if trying to hold on to himself. With a closer look, it became clear that he was in a bad state, his attention fixed on a specific area as he had redness under his eyes. There seemed to be an urgency to his distress, as if he was experiencing something far beyond a mere case of pre- match jitters.