( `featuring: @obshaechul )
12AM, midnight strikes and the sounds of high quality sword swings, slashes or gunshots could be heard from mmorpg pro-gamer, jeong hwa ryun’s PC still lit and engine running while her newly low-class tiered character charges head on against the current dungeon’s boss. the space witch was away from the world sitting on her chair with criss-crossed legs and sipping on some chilled ramune to keep her blood running and herself into the fight. bose earphones were tightly fitted into her ears and an annoying wouldn’t shut up at the other end of the screen.
they’ve been sparring partners for over a month or so, only witnessing each other’s true voices and judging through their character creations. speech bubbles filled up the screen with every phrase he spoke while she was struggling to grip an attack on the boss’s weak spot. as reserved as hwa ryun was, her emotions had reached a boiling obviously noticing that the fighter had not taken some notes and continued to strike recklessly without thought. her avatar had been a rank lower, she wasn’t in the place to judge. however, her true skills, like a wolf in sheep’s clothing, have been holding themself back for a while now and time could only tell when she will unmask herself.