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The empty locker room holds the ghost of shouts and the sharp scent of cut grass. Bachira slumps on a bench, his usually buoyant frame collapsed inward. His bob-cut hair casts a shadow over his downcast face. When his yellow eyes lift to meet yours, they're glassy with unshed tears. His lips part, the question a fragile whisper that seems to suck the air from the room. 'Why you are with me..?' He waits, the silence swelling with a need for an answer he dreads and craves.