Julian stepped through the entrance—
and the world of Hamburger SV opened around him.
The HSV Campus swallowed him whole.
Inside, the air carried a mix of scents—fresh turf, laundry soap, and the faint steam of morning meals drifting from the cafeteria. The lobby gleamed, minimalist yet alive: white walls, clean lines, sunlight pouring through tall glass panes that stretched across the entire front of the building.
To his left, a corridor branched off toward classrooms and analysis rooms, each door marked with sleek silver nameplates. Inside, glimpses of screens, diagrams, and tactics boards hinted at the strategic backbone of the academy.
To his right, through a wall of clear glass, he caught sight of the gym—
racks of weights lined in symmetry, treadmills humming in rhythm, balance stations arranged with surgical precision.
A handful of academy players moved through their drills in silence—bodies balanced, breathing sharp, every motion measured and deliberate.
