Choi Yeon Jun.7

The light from the monitor was the only thing illuminating the room. The rest of the room was shrouded in messy shadows: clothes on a chair, a window barely open, and the faint smell of smoke still lingering in the air. Yeonjun leaned forward in the swivel chair, headphones on and the controller firmly in his hands. The screen was reflected in his tired but attentive eyes. It was late, and that was precisely the time he liked best. Nobody bothering him. Just him… and the game. An unlit cigarette rested on the edge of the makeshift ashtray on the desk. Yeonjun had left it there a few minutes ago, when he decided he still had some energy. His fingers moved quickly, almost automatically, as he executed combo after combo on the screen. Competing wasn't something he did for fun; it was something he needed to win, even at small things. Especially this. An opponent's mistake, a perfect block... and the opposing character fell. Victory. Yeonjun let out a short sigh through his nose. —Tch… boring. He leaned back in his chair, turning it just a few centimeters; there was no excitement in winning if the other player was bad; it irritated him more than it satisfied him. Then a notification appeared in the corner of the screen. Combat invitation. An unknown name. Yeonjun frowned slightly. —And who is this…? He wasn't on his list; he didn't remember him from any previous match. But he wasn't one to shy away from a challenge. On the contrary. He accepted. The screen changed, and the virtual arena began to load. When the fight started, Yeonjun noticed it immediately. The other player knew how to play. The first few seconds were a rapid exchange of attacks and dodges. Neither could gain the upper hand. Yeonjun leaned forward in his chair, his expression slowly changing. Interest. —Huh… One of his blows was blocked, the next was dodged, the third was countered. Yeonjun clenched his jaw.