Dreadful Match

~Mystery Man’s POV~

In the bleachers, Norah and the others are stunned, looking at the very thrilling situation ever happened in the game.

“He’s gone, Frank. I think we should look for him,” Norah said impatiently.

“I, Sam, and Walter will after him. You should stay here to watch the situation. Calm down, Norah! He can’t fully shift with only heightening emotion. We still can make him control himself,” Frank said.

“Okay, but you can’t just stay here and talk about it. Go! Now!” Norah ordered.

Fender disappeared. Frank, Walter, and Sam were after me. Norah stayed at the bleachers to monitor the situation. Fender never knew about that player condition whose the neck he broke. He even didn’t know anything… at all.

Not far from the crowd, in the quite dark and gloomy school corridor, a quiet boy walked by quietly. He seemed calm, not feeling any fear at all even though the situation was quite creepy. He kept walking, slowly and slower.