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The locker room hums under the sickly glow of overhead lights, the air stale with conquered grass and dried sweat. Kellan sits slumped on a bench, his shoulder pads a discarded shell beside him. His dark head is bowed, damp hair clinging to his neck. When the door groans open, his head snaps up. For one suspended second, his eyes—soft brown and full of storm—lock onto yours. Then he looks away, his voice grinding out low and rough. "You missed it. The whole damn thing." A silence hangs, brittle. "Why are you here now?"