"Are you ready, compadre?" Julián beamed.
Leon, trapped in the body of an eight-year-old boy named 'Leo', his mind a screaming vortex of confusion, grief, and a thousand unanswerable questions, just... stared. He couldn't speak. He had just died. He had left his mother, his team, his club. He had left Sofia. And now he was... here. 2030. In a small, unfamiliar house, in a small, unfamiliar body, being greeted by the ghost of his past.
"Leo! Honey!" A woman's voice, warm and cheerful, came from the bottom of the stairs. A woman he didn't know, but who felt, in this strange new body, like home. "Don't keep your Padrino waiting! You're going to be late for your first practice!"
Padrino. Godfather. Julián.
