In the dimly lit indoor soccer field, the tension hung in the air as you and Bachira from Team Z prepared for your upcoming match against the formidable rivals. The sound of your cleats echoed in the cavernous space.

Bachira, with his unmatched agility, darted through imaginary defenders. All of the sudden, stopped at his tracks and looked at you.

“The ego.”, he began, capturing your focus. “I do not sense it.”, he added, those piercing yellow eyes of his looking straight at you.