Old Rivals

At the Gentle Dawn Hotel, a young man with somewhat disheveled hair dozed in front of a public computer terminal, as though he'd been there all night.

A video was playing on the computer screen. A young man with black hair stood among a sea of foreigners, standing out from them like a star in a midnight sky.

The video had been taken with someone's handphone. Not particularly high-definition, and the recording was kinda shaky.

"Sir… excuse me, sir!" A receptionist in a long pink gown smiled as she shook the young man awake.

"Sir, why don't you return to your room, now? There's controlled heating and ventilation in there. If you stay out here, you might catch a cold." The girl continued to display her professional-grade smile.

The young man groggily came to, and then smiled in sheepish apology.

"You're one of those professional players, aren't you?" The girl glanced at the ID card he wore, and her smile grew a little brighter.