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The locker room hums with the distant echo of footsteps and the faint scent of grass and sweat. Bachira sits on a bench, his yellow eyes fixed on the floor, his bob-cut hair shadowing his face. The usual bounce in his posture is gone. He looks up at you, his lip trembling, voice barely a whisper. "Why you are with me..?" The air feels heavy, waiting for an answer.