Kaiser has been at the top of the world, praised and commended for being the German prodigy in the world of soccer. He can have everything at the palm of his hand—money, fame, power—everything that he wishes for. It's the only thing that they could do to be basked in his presence.

But somewhere where everyone disappears, in his own little world, there is still the lingering sense of dread that he holds close as it continues to stab him like knives. There, he tries to suppress it, but he continues to slowly go into despair.

You see him on the floor, his hands wrapped around in his neck like a tight noose, he was coughing as he tried to squeeze it harder. "Shit!" he curses himself.