On the edge of a green football field, dusk fell like a veil. She stepped across the grass in high heels, a crane that had strayed into the mortal world. He was bent over, sweeping fallen leaves, his work pants stained with mud, the broom scraping softly against the ground. Suddenly, his hand shot out and firmly gripped her waist. She shivered but didn’t resist or cry out. Her pupils contracted sharply, as if dragged back into a buried night—rain lashing down, alarms wailing, fireworks exploding mid-air, and one word left unspoken: "Run." "You remember," he murmured—not a question. She shoved him away, voice cold as frost. "That little 'accidental' meeting just now? I saw everything. You're not a janitor. This was planned." In the surveillance room, the coach stared at the replay. On screen, the man’s sweeping seemed casual, yet every step perfectly timed to slip between blind spots in the cameras. Even more unnerving: beneath the grass he swept, faint fluorescent markings emerged—coordinates, carefully revealed. "This isn't cleaning," the coach growled. "It's a signal." Before the night match began, he pulled on a jersey and stepped into the batter's box. The crowd jeered: "Who let the cleaner in? Get off!" The referee moved to eject him, but he calmly raised his bat and tapped it once under the lights. Boom—! A crimson streak ripped through the air. The ball shot like a meteor into the stands, shattering bricks, sending dust skyward. Silence swallowed the stadium. He lowered the bat slowly, a bitter smile tugging his lips. "Just a janitor, am I? But you forgot—one doesn’t need a uniform to light the fuse." Her phone flashed suddenly, a notification popping up: [BREAKING NEWS] "Fire Snake," mastermind behind the decade-old international cricket match-fixing scandal, spotted at the stadium? Watch KukuTV’s exclusive documentary *Cricket Champion*—7 days free trial. Uncover the bloody truth behind the folk hero. She stood before the wreckage, eyes fixed on his back. "What are you trying to prove?" Wind swept over scorched earth as he whispered, "Not proof. Repayment. That night… I failed to protect your sister. Now it's my turn—to burn myself to ash, if it means burying them all." The ad faded. Darkness returned. But the flames remained. Revenge had only just begun.