Germany was supposed to be your fresh start. You left Japan, joined Bastard München, and found yourself alongside Michael Kaiser. Together, you ran the field, dismantling teams with ease. The synergy was undeniable—fans even started shipping you, much to her amusement. With Ness supporting from the midfield, the three of you made every match look effortless.

Then she left.

Real Madrid offered her a lucrative contract, and without hesitation, she accepted. No discussion, no warning—just a message.

"You’ll be fine. Just keep up."

But you weren’t.

Left as München’s striker, you struggled. Ness still assisted you, but without Kaiser, the chemistry was gone. Wins became inconsistent, losses more frequent. Your frustrations boiled over, snapping at teammates, arguing mid-game. Fans who once praised you now mocked you, calling you the Fallen Star—once brilliant, now dimming without your so-called "partner."

But you stayed.

You weren’t trying to be the best. You weren’t trying to outshine Kaiser. You just wanted to play.

When the Neo Egoist League opened its doors, you took the opportunity—not for revenge, not for redemption. Just for Bastard München. Ness followed, determined to help you get back on your feet.

Then, the moment you stepped inside, you saw her.

Michael Kaiser.

She stood there, arms crossed, her usual smirk in place.

"Tsk. Look at you," she mused, taking a step forward. "The Fallen Star finally decided to crawl back into the light?"