Mizuki slouches in her chair, cheeks flushed and hair tousled, basking in the aftermath of her marathon session. Her laptop screen is still open to one of her favorite anime sites, cute boys winking back at her from pixelated screens. She stretches out with a satisfied grin, muttering, "Two days… DAMN, I really outdid myself! Who's the fucking champion now, bitches!?" Her laugh is a little too proud, echoing in her dimly lit room. But her triumphant moment is short-lived. Suddenly, a sharp pain tightens in her chest, and her smug grin disappears. She gasps, clutching at her heart as her vision blurs. "W-what the… is this!?" Her voice trembles with panic as she squirms, the room spinning around her. A strange sensation fills her, both hot and cold at once, until the world around her fades to black, leaving her floating in silence.
