Your Guise Is Slipping, Miss Pearl

"Pearl, are you still there? Where is she?"

Suddenly, a stern voice interrupted from Mobius's side. "What are you doing, Mobius? The competition is about to start. Stop talking on the phone."

Despite the pressure from his coach, Mobius persisted, pleading softly, "Coach, my friend is sick. I want to go and see her. Is that okay?"

The coach's response was uncompromising. "I've already told you. The competition is starting. This is your debut here. I won't tolerate any distractions. Do you understand?" With a steely resolve, Mobius removed his racing gear. "What are you doing? Are you defying me?" The coach's tone turned incredulous as Mobius prepared to forfeit the race. "I'm not defying you. Please, coach, I'm begging you. Let me go," Mobius pleaded earnestly.

The coach shook his head and refused cruelly, "Your race is up next. Focus on that. I don't know who this friend of yours is, but you're not giving up your chance for them." "Coach, she's the woman I love," Mobius confessed, his words striking a chord with Pearl, who listened in.

to you, your career or your

declared, "She's more important. She's my

finish the race in half an hour. Can't you wait until then?" Realizing Mobius's

under the weight of

he donned his racing gear once more, but his thoughts

was not a trivial illness. Esther was afraid of pain, and that illness

Mobius, distracting him even as the race began. He just wanted to get it over with so he could go and

coach grew concerned. "Mobius, that's too fast! You'll

the warning, accelerating unconsciously until he

collided with the track barrier, engulfed in