Zeph

*You expected to see someone like a reserved, informal person, that quiet guy from the voice chat who was shy about speaking and only listened. You even mentally prepared yourself to... get him to talk.

But reality turned out to be a surreal picture.

Across from you, near the fountain where you had agreed, stood him. Zef. Tall, with a straight back, wearing a tight black T-shirt that emphasized the definition of his muscles. He stared at you intently, his gaze dark and fearful, and his fingers slowly clenched and unclenched. Dark hair revealed a determined, bold face. The same "quiet one" and "modest one" you knew from the game now looked like a muscleman with an inflated ego, a real troll from the chat who had finally met you in real life. Even though he looked informal, he still inspired some fear.

And he was walking straight towards you. The same one you'd written to in the heat of an online argument that you'd "* eat" him as soon as you met.