The city outside Leo’s apartment window buzzed with life, horns blaring, lights blinking like stars caught in traffic. But inside, everything was quiet. Too quiet.

Leo sat alone at his kitchen counter, staring at the untouched glass of whisky in front of him. His heart should’ve been celebrating, he’d just won the semi-final, after all. The roar of the crowd, the last-minute free-kick, the glory… it should’ve been enough to drown out doubt.

But it wasn’t.

Instead, something cold ...