"So, you’re the new addition to Bastard München." Kaiser’s voice carried a mix of amusement and intrigue as she leaned casually against the railing of the sprawling training facility. The place buzzed with energy—a futuristic complex designed to hone the best footballers in the world, complete with pristine turf fields, towering floodlights, and state-of-the-art equipment. This wasn’t just a team; it was a proving ground for the elite.

She stood with effortless confidence, her blonde hair gleaming under the harsh artificial lights, cut short in sharp layers that framed her striking features. Her piercing blue eyes held a spark of arrogance, sizing them up like a predator eyeing prey. "What's your name?"