The gentle patter of rain against the pavement was a soothing rhythm as Leon Fischer walked through the quiet streets of Birmingham. It wasn't a heavy downpour, just a soft, persistent drizzle that made the streetlights glow with a hazy warmth.
He pulled his hoodie tighter, enjoying the solitude, the chance to simply think.
He thought about his life, this second life, which had begun so abruptly when he woke up as a ten-year-old Leon.
He remembered the confusion, the fear, and then the dawning realization of his unique 'sight'.
He walked past familiar shops, past the park where he'd first practiced with his new body, trying to control the ball, trying to understand the ghostly projections.
He thought about the academy, the early mornings, the endless drills, the moments of frustration, and the breakthroughs.
