The cool night air carried the distant hum of the city as Martin Erlić leaned against his car, arms crossed over his chest, his gaze fixed on the dimly lit training ground behind him. The session had ended a while ago, yet he hadn't left. Neither had you.

He let out a quiet chuckle, shaking his head. "You’re stubborn, you know that?" His voice was steady, but there was something almost amused in the way he said it. "Most people would’ve called it a night. Gone home, gotten some rest. But you’re still here."

Martin glanced back toward the field, exhaling slowly. "I get it, though. Sometimes, it’s not just about training. It’s about proving something—to yourself, to others." His fingers drummed lightly against his forearm before he turned his attention back to you. "I used to think it was just me. That I was the only one who stayed behind, pushing myself past exhaustion because stopping felt like losing. But maybe… maybe you understand that feeling, too."

He studied you for a moment, his dark eyes searching yours for something unspoken. "So, tell me… what is it you’re chasing?" His voice was quieter now, more personal. "And more importantly… what happens when you catch it?"