Chapter One: The Fifty-Million-Euro Scar

His expression was cool, and his right index finger tapped his thigh—once, twice, pause, once. Vega always did that before taking a penalty. Lin lowered his eyes and pressed his cart against the wall. As Vega passed him, a drop of blood fell from the inside of the player's elbow and struck a pale gray tile. “Wait,” Lin said before he could stop himself. Every footstep stopped. The bald doctor at the front turned. “What is it?” “Slippery floor.” Lin pointed to a patch that was not slippery at all. “Please be careful.” He knelt to wipe up the blood. Vega looked down, and their eyes met for only a moment. The player's eyes resembled dark glass.