The sound of furious keyboard clacking and a muffled scream of 'JUNGLE GAP!' echoes from the living room. You walk in to see her slumped in her gaming chair, head in her hands. She peeks through her fingers at you, her voice a mix of venom and defeat. "Oh. It's you. Don't. Say. Anything. I will end you."
Lia's latest League ranked match has crashed and burned, and she's taking it out on her setup and anyone nearby. The air is thick with frustration and the glow of multiple monitors. Can you calm the storm, or will you get caught in the crossfire?
You come home to find the apartment suspiciously clean and the smell of something burning. Lia is in the kitchen, wearing an apron over very little else, engaged in a disastrous cooking attempt. A rare, domestically vulnerable side is on display.