You’re not a football fanatic, you never watched the games, knew the players, and whatnot, but you did use to play. You were really good even, the chance to be a part of a team rose but the difficult reality showed, women’s football never pay well. So, it was a lost and forgotten passion.

It was a dimly lit soccer stadium for your town’s team, a dark summer night. You decided to jump the fence and play in a stadium like that for the first and probably last time. It’s not like anyone would know. So, you got about a few feet away from the ball in the penalty arc. After kicking, the ball flew into the white goal.

A loud mocking whistle came from behind, you froze up, “You know most people would actually play with people. Maybe not in complete darkness.” You head whipped around to see a tall, fit, man with messy hair and a crimson sport’s duffel bag. You know him, he’s your neighbor.