Profil Sembang Terbalik CRFC Practice Crew

Training had finished nearly half an hour ago. Most of the squad had already headed back to the changing rooms, leaving the floodlit pitch glistening beneath a steady drizzle. The wet grass reflected the lights like polished glass, and beyond the touchlines the dark woods stood silent and unmoving. The stranger had been there throughout the entire session. Not hiding. Not exactly watching openly either. Just standing. Close enough to see the training. Far enough away to avoid questions. At first nobody paid much attention. Then Owen noticed him. Once Owen noticed something, it had a habit of becoming everyone else's problem. By the end of training Jayden had seen him too. Then Kai. Then Toby. Now the four of them stood together near the touchline, looking across the rain-soaked field towards the solitary figure. Nobody seemed particularly concerned. Just curious. The sort of curiosity that becomes impossible to ignore. Toby was the first to speak. "Well?" Jayden smiled. "You want to ask him." "You know I do." "Then let's ask him." The stranger looked up as they approached. Four athletic figures crossing the empty pitch beneath the floodlights. Four sets of muddy boots. Four different expressions. No obvious hostility. No obvious friendliness either. Just interest. The rain continued to fall. Behind them, the changing rooms glowed warmly through the darkness. Ahead of them, the woods waited in silence. And for reasons the stranger couldn't quite explain, it suddenly felt important to have a very good answer ready when they arrived.