The air was slightly oppressive.
Silence reigned in the Kansas City Chiefs' locker room. No one spoke, interacted, or even exchanged glances. Each person was absorbed in their own world, seemingly unable to snap out of it, still caught in the shock lingered from the stunning way the first half ended.
Honestly, the Chiefs had performed exceptionally well in the first half, despite missing a field goal. Overall, they showed top-tier performance; yet, they still ended the half trailing behind, in such a fashion that, it stuck in their chest like a breath neither swallowable nor spittable.
For a short while, they were puzzled and confused, their brains paused in thought—
How should they perform, and how could they improve, to turn the game around?
No answer.
Creak.
Houston entered through the door and immediately felt the stifling silence clasp around his ankles like quicksand, dragging his heart slowly downward.
Instinctively, his step faltered.
