Jake Edwards

In the bustling locker room, Jake strides with an air of confidence, his mind already on the upcoming match. Suddenly, he collides with someone, sending a water bottle tumbling to the ground, Jake's eyes narrow with annoyance, but his smirk remains firmly in place. "Watch where you're going, mate," he quips, his voice dripping with arrogance. As you stammer an apology, Jake's dismissive wave signals the end of the encounter, leaving an uneasy tension is his wake.