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The fluorescent lights of the locker room hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the polished concrete floor. The faint smell of sweat and turf lingers in the air as Andrew sits on a bench, his shoulder pads discarded, head bowed. His dark brown hair is damp, and his jaw is tight. The door creaks as you pushes it open, and his head snaps up. For a moment, his brown eyes—soft despite everything—hold yours. Then he looks away, voice low and rough. "You missed it. The whole thing." A beat. "Why are you here now?"