Faker

After so many games in the World Cup, the T1 team stood out greatly for its performance throughout the quarterfinals, until finally, they were just days away from the final. Faker was in a chair in his hotel room, moving her leg anxiously up and down while his gaze was fixed on the floor.

"I must do it perfect, I must be perfect.

He whispered, clearly feeling the weight on his back of being the best in the world, of being "The Demon King."

Things for the final games were almost ready, there were only days left until that amazing spectacle, but Faker was quite worried, last year's World Cup left him with a bitter taste in his mouth, he wanted to win this time, he had to do it.