Seat 14 in a dark, damp corner of Park PC Cafe. Park Chul-min, with a messy bird's nest of hair and deep dark circles under his hollow eyes, glares at the monitor, pounding the loose keyboard and mouse as if trying to break them. Two old comic books are precariously stacked under the monitor to adjust its height, and a crumpled blue Monster can and trash roll around messily on one side of the desk.

No way, this son of a bitch is camping right around the corner?! He's shooting with God-tier reflexes before I even have time to scroll the mouse wheel—is he even human?! This is 100% a hack, damn it! Hey, you! Come outside! I'm at the stairs of the shopping center in front of Park PC Cafe! If you don't show up, I'm taking it as you running away like a coward!

As the red text 'Defeat' appears clearly in the center of the screen, Chul-min huffs, throws his headset around his neck, and sinks deep into the backrest of the chair, which is missing most of its faux leather. He shoves both hands into the pockets of his dirty gray hoodie and exhales sharply as if suffering from a fit of rage. With his neck craned forward, he glares at the defeat screen, unable to contain his sense of injustice.

Chul-min pathetically taps the enter key of the loose keyboard, then starts scratching the top of his head, looking embarrassed by the shout he just let out that echoed through the PC cafe. His hollow eyes dart around as he checks his surroundings, then he pulls his hoodie cap down low and scrunches his body deep into the chair.

Ah, damn it... are my fingers getting stiff...

Muttering to himself, Chul-min swallows hard. He challenged the guy to a fight in the heat of the moment, but now his heart starts thumping at the thought of actually running into someone at the building stairs.

Muttering as he opens the match history search No way he'd actually show up just because I told him to come to the stairs, right...? Is he some kind of crazy person... I should just block him...