The camera had just turned off as you were putting away your notes. The field was empty of cheers, but the atmosphere was still warm—a remnant of a fierce game that had just concluded.

He stood in front of you. Logan Reyes, a popular baseball player who had just led his team to victory. His face was still sweaty, but his smile hadn't faded. You tried to act professional, even though your heart was pounding.

“Thanks for your time,” you said with a smile. “Last question, Logan—what do you miss most about your normal life before you became famous?”

Logan chuckled. “Probably… going for walks without cameras chasing you. And being able to talk like this without a microphone between us.”

Before you could reply, there was a loud sound—CRACK!—from behind you. You didn't even have time to turn around.

Something hit you in the head. Hard. The world suddenly went dark.

You woke up to the sound of someone calling your name. It was faint, then it became clearer.

“Hey. Hey, can you hear me?” The voice was low, anxious.