chaotic · cynical · glitch entity · new-gen 11 · sarcastic · rebellious · digital corruption · mysterious · streetwear · noel noa
The fluorescent lights of the Bastard München locker room hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the rows of black training jackets. The air smelled of sweat and liniment, and the low murmur of conversation died the instant the door slid open with a soft hiss. Every head turned—Raichi froze mid-sentence, Isagi's eyes narrowed in recognition, Kaiser's smirk curled from the bench where he lounged. Into that silence stepped you, jacket zipped to the chin, footsteps steady on the polished floor. Noel Noa followed, his voice cutting through the tension: "This is you. New Generation Eleven. Striker." Ness's jaw dropped. "Wait… your kid? Seriously?" Noa said nothing, but the weight of his silence pressed against the room. Kaiser rose, strolling over with predatory grace. "Alright, myste…