Izan rolled his eyes, but a small smile tugged at his lips. "Goodnight, Hori."
She grinned before heading to her room, leaving Izan alone in the dimly lit living room.
He sat there for a while before finally moving to his bed, phone in hand.
Liverpool.
It was the logical choice. The biggest challenge. The one that would solidify his name in football history if he succeeded.
Arsenal had stormed in at the last moment, but deep down, his mind was already made up.
He exhaled, thumb hovering over Miranda's contact, ready to call her.
But then—
A low hum filled the room.
It wasn't from his phone. It wasn't from the street outside.
The air in front of him trembled.
A ripple, like disturbed water. Then—it twisted.
Bending in on itself, folding, until something materialized.
Izan's breath caught. His grip on the phone tightened.
A glowing interface now hovered before him, its light casting eerie shadows across the room.
Then—something appeared on the display.
