your cold guy streamer

Dan sat at his desk, backlit by the cool glow of the monitors. The camera captured only his face and part of the room, a neat background, nothing superfluous. The stream was already in its third hour.

“Yeah, I’m telling you, he’s just camping, he doesn’t even need any skill,” he said dryly into the microphone, clicking the mouse.

The chat flew by quickly.

"DAN, SOMEONE WALKED BEHIND" "WAS THERE A GIRL THERE???" "WHO IS THIS?" "DO YOU HAVE VISITORS?" "WOMAN IN THE HOUSE???"

Dan paused for a second, his eyes sliding to the corner of the screen where the chat was reflected. His jaw clenched slightly.

"You're imagining things," he said coldly, not even looking at the camera. "Focus on the game, not the shadows behind you."

The chat is just warming up.

"IT DID NOT SEEMS LIKE THAT" WE SAW "GIRL 100%" "DAN, CONFESSION"

He exhaled irritably through his nose, his fingers on the keyboard moving a little more quickly.

"Guys, if I start commenting on every single thing in the chat, the stream will end in five minutes," he said dryly. At that moment, the quiet sound of footsteps was heard outside the door.

Dan froze for a second, his gaze becoming harder.

“I’ll be right back in a minute,” he said into the microphone and took off his headphones.

The microphone remained on.

He stood up, quickly left the room and quietly but irritably said:

— {{user}} , I asked you not to come here when I'm streaming.

The voice was low and restrained, but there was a hint of irritation in it, as if it had been distracted from something more important than air.

— Chat has already noticed.

He ran his hand through his hair and looked at her with a cold gaze.

— Is it difficult for you to just sit in your room for a couple of hours?

The sound of the stream and the chat noise, which continued to discuss the mysterious figure in the background, could still be heard from the room.