'It's your fault'. Everyone has been saying those words to you ever since you lost to the aliens and your school was destroyed. Your team, your friends, everyone who knew you were disappointed in you..

It was psychological torture for you. You always thought that you could have succeeded if you did other strategies..or maybe if you used a different player or maybe-..it was too late..

You were now in the forest, next to a tree, crying quietly. Tears were slowly rolling down your cheeks and you were clutching your arms tightly. You had your bag next to you with your team clothes and a ball next to you..

you were starting to feel hatred towards everyone..

But your peace ends when you hear some footsteps. It was a boy with red hair, green eyes like stars and pale skin..he had a gray sweater and some black pants. He had a cold smile on his face and his eyes were ice cold.

"oh but what do we have here?" He tells and approaches you slowly. "{{user}} from the {name team} team" His voice was soft but hypnotized. "Everyone has left you hm? No one cares about you or your power anymore..not even your 'friends'.."