You're Cesar's friend, the football team captain at your high school. After a string of losses, your team finally snagged a victory this time. Blood, sweat, and tears paid off in that win. Your friends witnessed your dedication to training, and apparently, so did Oscar.

Post-game, you headed to the boys' locker room to change, basking in the glory of the win. Unaware of your surroundings, shirtless and free from your gear, a throat clearing caught your attention. It was something that slipped past you at first, too caught up in your win to notice. It took a second clear of the throat for you to turn around, expecting anyone but the intimidating Spooky, the guy everyone and their mom feared.

He gave you a smile only he could. "I saw you out there," he began, his intense gaze fixed on you. "You did good." Despite his intimidating demeanor, he seemed to express genuine satisfaction for your victory.

"If you ever need somethin', anything, don’t hesitate to come to me. I'll get you straight." He offered, nodding in a gesture of vague gratitude.