Adam goes to see the match

Once he knew where he had to go, it didn't take long for Adam to reach the place where his objective was supposed to be playing at. It was a basketball court with stands on both sides and well-illuminated from the four corners. Both the local Saxons and a visiting team called the Grimdensdale Codgers were having a friendly match. And, despite the humble nature of the match, the stands were fully packed with fans making all the noise they possibly could while the game was still on.

Adam didn't want to get into the court space, since he wasn't sure if he was truly invisible to everyone who looked at him. What would happen if there were a few individuals who could actually spot his astral form? Adam knew that the general population was brimming with those who claimed they'd seen ghosts in the past. And, despite his belief that the vast majority of such claims were nonsense, he still didn't want to risk it. There were hundreds of people within those stands, all looking in one way. It would be foolish of him to risk exposure.

So instead, he stayed behind the stands and peeked around a particularly dark corner, floating 2 meters above the ground in order to have a better view.

"Let's see..." Adam took a glance to the score board.

SAXONS: 94 points
CODGERS: 91 points
REMAINING TIME: 00:37

The Saxons were 3pt up with half a minute remaining, so the game was becoming quite frenetic, with both the fans and the coaches loudly yelling at the players. Speaking of which...

"There he is." Adam muttered with a frown while looking one particular player. A sweaty black guy wearing the red shirt of the Saxons with the number 13 on his back. "That one has to be Damien."

The body Helen had choosen for him didn't please Adam in the slightest. Physical appearance aside, he vividly remembered what he had seen in that video Helen had shown him. If he could describe Damien's apparent personality in two words, those words would be 'cocky hoodlum'.
And as the seconds went by, and the match became more intense, Adam could clearly see that his impression wasn't mistaken.
Despite how tired he was, clearly panting and covered in a thick layer of sweat, Damien was constantly verbally taunting the other team. Adam couldn't possibly hear what he was saying from where he was, but Damien's body language, his mannerisms and his incredibly annoying smile made it obvious that he was trashtalking all the way around.

When there were only 15 seconds left, the Saxons scored another 2 points, increasing their advantage to 5pt. If it was difficult for the Codgers to have a comeback before, now it was almost impossible.
But even in that hopeless situation, Damien's trashtalk didn't stop. If anything, it got worse.

"That guy really is the worst." Adam said to himself with a conflicted expression.

After the Codgers last offensive, which failed to score any more points, the referee finally announced the end of the match under the cheers of the audience. It was time to pack up, shake hands, congratulate each other, the usual stuff.
But none of that happened.
Instead, 2 of the Codgers went straight to Damien, pointing and yelling at him with obvious anger. They apparently didn't like all the shit he had been saying and doing during the match. Damien acted surprised, but didn't back off in the slightest despite both rivals being clearly bigger than him. If anything, he stepped forward and met their complains with arrogant mockery and his trademark cocky smile.
And if that smile already made Adam want to slap his face, he could guess how the players who had had to put up with his shit during a whole game, a game that they lost by a narrow 5pt, were feeling right now.

Predictably so, a fight immediately broke out. Or that's what would've happened if the other players and coaches didn't intervene the second Damien was shoved and fell over his back. But instead of learning his lesson and de-escalate, he went back up and acted like he wanted to jump over the mass of people sepparating both sides and punch his rivals while insulting them louder than ever. He was so noisy that Adam could even hear a good chunk of the stream of ghetto gibberish he was spouting as if his pride depended on it. He probably felt a bit humilliated after he fell on his ass.

All in all, it was a cringeworthy display, and Damien kept threatening and insulting the rivals even while he was being literally dragged out of the court by his own team, which made Adam despair over the idea of taking over the body of such a thug.

"Haahhh... Helen, why did you have to choose that one?" Adam muttered while covering his ghostly face with his ghostly hands. His objective was straight up the kind of people he despised the most.
However... he was still kinda curious of how would it feel to take control of Damien's body and life. It made Adam already feel on edge, both disgusted and excited at the same time. It was almost like when he possessed Bob.

However, there was a difference between Bob and Damien. And it wasn't their age or skin color.
It was the fact that Adam wouldn't feel any guilt if he decided to do nasty things to Damien. Because it was obvious that this jackass deserved some humble pie.

Adam followed the Saxons team to the changing rooms but stayed outside, waiting.