Micah stepped through the front door of the Ramsy estate, quietly shutting it behind him. The house greeted him with silence. No one was in sight. It seemed everyone had found somewhere else to be. For once, Micah felt he was lucky. His eyes and nose were still a bit red. He wasn't in the mood to answer their question about why he looked like that.
He headed straight to his room. After freshening up, he sat down at the computer.
The soft glow of the screen illuminated his face as he opened the league game. After a moment of hesitation, he clicked "Create New Account". His fingers hovered over the keyboard before finally typing. SugerPlumFairy
He stared at it for a beat. Silly. Cringe. Totally girlish.
Selecting a basic Support champion, he dived into training. Every click, every ability cast, was powered by frustration, guilt, and something far deeper, fear maybe. A desire to master it quickly after the chaos of the day.
