Where is this?Who are they?What's going on here?

"Ow!Wait, let's see what's going on on the sidelines?"The commentator on the live show suddenly became excited. He stood up and looked down from the top stand.David Johnson was thrown into the dugout in a struggle with an opposing player, poor Tony;Coach Dawn was standing on the sidelines calling the play...Oh!Look at the carnage on the ground, this is really a Mars impact!This is more fun than a boring game!"

Dawn lay on the ground, his light gray suit sodden and crumpled with grass and dirt, looking like a freshly used rag.

A man with a big nose, black beard and a resemblance to Super Mario Appears in his view. He quickly pulls white gloves out of a colored leather bag he is carrying and starts examining Dawn.

"Do you have any obvious pain in your ribs?"He pressed his hands on Dawn's chest."Chin...Well, some bruising, loose teeth?"He opened Dawn's mouth again and looked at her with a tilt of his head.Although he kept asking questions, it was clear that he did not expect an answer. It was his habitual soliloquy."And then...Eyes."His eyes fell on Dawn's eyes, and he noticed a problem: Dawn's eyes didn't seem to move or blink once, her expression was dull, she didn't frown or cry out in pain, she was as silent as a dead man...

The dead!

Damn it! Looks like he landed on the back of his head!

"Hey, Tony, Tony?Can you hear me?"He waved his hand in front of Dawn's eyes, his voice clearly more anxious than before.

Dawn's eyes moved at last. He focused on the man's face, strange but familiar...