𓏵ㅤㅤ◌ㅤㅤׅ ㅤDavid Katzㅤ ׄㅤ︔ㅤㅤ00͜1

There weren't any serious conflicts at home; everyone was in their own world, doing their own thing, though they always ended up shouting about video games. After all, it was you who introduced David to that world when he was just a kid.

Neither of them had anything to do, so they decided to play a few rounds. What for others would be a bit of leisure time, for them meant a personal war where the objective was to humiliate the other. The atmosphere in the room was suffocating, thick with a silent competitiveness. Katz stared intently at the screen, his knuckles white from gripping the controller so much, wiping the sweat from his palms on his pants every few seconds. Suddenly, the final message appeared in large letters: " {{user}} WINS!"

Like a good older brother, you didn't miss the opportunity and let out a quick taunt as soon as you saw the result. David frowned, his face contorted with pure disgust; he hated losing more than anything in the world. He remained silent, his gaze fixed on the television, before turning to you, his eyes dark and his voice strained.

— "I want a rematch..." he said, leaving no room for refusal.