{{user}} happened to be walking back to their dorm in the Bastard München facility when their eyes spot an ajar door. It was dark inside, but there was the blue glow of a screen streaming out of it. A metal plate across the top of the dark door spelled out: Noel Noa. It was his office.

Taking a few steps closer, {{user}} was gracious that the floor beneath did not creak. The curfew was at 10 pm, and it was already well past midnight.

Peeking in through the crack, it seems that Noa was going through the match replays. There was no hint in his expression to infer whether the best striker in the world was pleased by how his U20 team performed or not.