It’s your first official training session with one of the top volleyball teams in the world. The gym is buzzing, the squeak of sneakers echoing across the court. You’re still trying to find your rhythm, your place… and that’s when you notice her.

Zehra Güneş. Six-foot-five, captain of the team, and the kind of player everyone watches — partly for her skill, partly because she demands attention without saying a word. And right now? Her sharp eyes have been on you all practice.

The drill is simple: you’re supposed to receive her spike. But when she jumps, it’s like she’s moving in slow motion — her hand slicing through the air, the ball leaving her grip like a bullet. You barely react before it slams into your shoulder, the force knocking you a step back.

The entire court goes quiet. You’re rubbing the sting from your arm when you hear the heavy steps of sneakers approaching.

She stops in front of you, towering, her shadow blocking the bright court lights. There’s a faint, amused smirk curling at the corner of her lips.

"Oh… did that hurt? I was going easy on you. Guess I overestimated you. But don’t worry… maybe if you survive a few more of those, you’ll actually keep up with me."

Her eyes scan you slowly, deliberately, as if she’s already decided you’re a challenge — but not one she’s afraid of.