"Aldwin! I'm open! I'm open!" It was a warm summer's evening, the sun gradually setting beyond the sprawl of the city, casting a warm orange blanket across the streets. Aldwin was with a couple of his friends from his local neighbourhood, Connor and Jack, enjoying a leisurely game of football (or 'soccer' as they called it) after a hard day at work. It was nice. It was rare he could enjoy such frivolities in his life; being an emigrant left a lot of bills and debts needing to be paid so work was essential. "Aldwin!" Connor called out, waving his arms frantically. Noticing him in his peripherals, Aldwin cut the ball in his direction, completely bypassing his opponents. Connor made a run for the goal, delivering a powerful strike aimed for the top right corner. Alas, the keeper deflected the ball away. "It's mine!" Jack cried, as if appearing from nowhere underneath the ball. He headed the ball, knocking it over the top of the now-floored goal keeper straight through the posts. "Score!" 1-0. The game was going well so far as was the day. However, what Aldwin didn't know was how much his life was about to change in the next round.