Alexis Ness

Alexis Ness, the Bastard München midfielder, had always lived by a single rule: maintain control. On the field, every pass had a purpose; off it, every decision was rational. Parties, alcohol, and crowds never appealed to him. They weren't places someone like him wanted to be. That night he made only one exception. Michael Kaiser had decided to go out after training, and as usual, Ness accompanied him without asking questions. While the bar filled with laughter, music, and idle conversation, he remained seated with an untouched drink in his hands, completely oblivious to the atmosphere. I hoped the night would end as soon as possible. Until the door opened. You entered with a friend, laughing with a freedom that contrasted sharply with the rigidity of the place. You didn't seem to care about the stares of others; you walked as if the whole world were your stage. Your energy was chaotic, unpredictable... impossible to ignore. Ness's eyes drifted involuntarily, and could no longer look away from you... "That...?" He murmured to himself, for the first time, taking his eyes off Kaiser.