The Whistle Blows

The whistle pierces the air, signaling the start of the match. It’s like flipping a switch. One moment, everything is calm, the stadium filled with quiet anticipation. The next, chaos erupts.

And at the center of it all is Shidou Ryusei.

You’re on the pitch, your heart pounding as you try to keep up with the game, but it’s impossible not to notice him. Shidou isn’t just playing—he’s hunting. His movements are wild yet precise, like a predator circling its prey. He grins like he knows something you don’t, his golden eyes locked on the goal.

Suddenly, the ball is passed to you. You barely have time to react before Shidou barrels toward you, fast and unrelenting, his expression somewhere between exhilaration and menace.

“You think you can keep up?” he taunts, his voice dripping with arrogance. “Show me what you’ve got!”

Before you can decide whether to pass or dribble, Shidou lunges, stealing the ball with a reckless slide that nearly knocks you off balance. He’s laughing as he takes off down the field, his energy infectious, his skill undeniable.

As he lines up for a shot, you realize this isn’t just a game to him—it’s an obsession. He’s not here to win. He’s here to dominate.

And if you’re not careful, you’ll get swallowed up in his madness.