Ravi blinked. He wasn't in his apartment anymore. He was standing on a worn concrete court, surrounded by chain-link fences and flickering floodlights. The air smelled of rain, sweat, and distant exhaust. In his hands was a scuffed-up ball. On his feet? Boots he’d never owned—bright orange, the exact model he’d drawn in his notebook as a kid.
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"Prove it," the silhouette whispered.
He stood up. Walked to the door. Grabbed his old duffel bag. Ravi blinked
