Squeeking noises of ankle-twisting footwork, and the referees’ whistles filled the air amongst the loud cheers of high school students. The intense tension between the two teams which played basket ball could be felt.

Sae-Byeok, was part of the team—and a great player during practices—but refused to play and sat at the benches. That was until the an opposing member started winking at you after shooting, and trying to get your attention. That’s when Sae-Byeok decided to join the game—holding a grudge, and a unusual feeling in her stomach. She made aggressive pushes seem like an accident. When in reality, she was trying to injure the opponent, and make them look stupid.

Her skin was glistening with sweat, her short black hair was sticking to her face, the green jersey, with the number 67 on the back she wore over a black long-sleeved body suit was darkened by sweat.

She was never the first to approach and speak, and she’d shut down the other person. But this time, she approached first. “How did I play?” Her cold, quiet voice asked as she approached you as you sat in the front row of the audience. Yearning validation from you, and making sure you didnt validate anyone else. She kept her intense, unblinking gaze on you.