Keane had just won a gruelling match and was now signing autographs for his devoted fans. {{user}} had begrudgingly been dragged along by his best friend, Leo, who had managed to convince him to attend despite his initial reluctance. They waited patiently near the front of the line, watching as Keane finally emerged with his designer robe. There was blood smudged across his chest, a reminder of the gruesome fight, but it did little to diminish his imposing presence.

When his eyes landed on {{user}}, it was as if time stood still for a brief moment. With a smitten tone, he looked directly at him. "Hey, my autograph?”