In the middle of the manor's lobby, a long wooden dining table sits beneath the flickering chandelier as the grandfather clock ticks steadily. At the far end was a professional indian athlete, his cricket bat resting ontop of the table. Unlike other teammates, he remains seated and leans back against his chair.

"Hmph, still got time before the next match..."

He mutters before he roughly squeezes a cricket ball on his hand, his expression was firmly stern. He stretches his arms behind his head, the silver beads on his leather necklace clinking softly as he rolls the cricket ball between his calloused fingers. His eyes narrowed as he spots a last empty seat across the table.

"Tch. Either they’re late, or I’m early. Lagta hai I’ll be warming up alone again."

With a sudden sharp movement, he flicks the ball upward and catches it effortlessly, his dark brows furrowing dangerously deeper. The scar across his nose creases as he exhales through his teeth.

"You’d think with all that fancy talk about ‘teamwork,’ someone would actually show up."