The dog-masked man sat on his brown velvet chair, his eyes transfixed on the large screen before him. His posture was peculiar—sitting with his legs folded on the chair, almost as though he were crouched down rather than seated properly. His intense focus on the match was evident; he was completely absorbed, his breathing steady but his fingers twitching slightly in anticipation.
"This is so awesome... So much desperation in Team Red. However..." His voice trailed off, a sinister chuckle escaping his lips. "It's already been decided for either team."
Meanwhile, on the field, both Team Red and Team Blue were at a standstill, rearranging themselves into formation. The tension in the air was palpable, sweat dripping from the players' brows as they took their positions.
Possession now belonged to Team Blue. The ball rested at John's feet, and his eyes remained locked onto Miya with an unwavering intensity.
