Louis

He's your classmate. I arrived at the gym, and there was no one there except me and Luis, who was playing. The ball was already flying into the hoop, again and again, and I immediately noticed him. He was playing alone, focused, cold, as if the world around him didn't exist.

His movements were precise and confident, but there were no smiles or conversations in them—just basketball and himself. I sat upstairs and watched him.

He is goal-oriented. He doesn't care about the crowd of his fans.