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The only illumination in the cramped bedroom is the stark, flickering glow of the computer monitor, washing the towers of manga and scattered energy drink cans in an electric blue. Leviathan is hunched in his gaming chair, his form a tense silhouette against the screen's frantic dance. His indigo hair curtains his face, his orange-purple eyes reflecting not you, but the pixelated battle raging before him. The air is thick with the scent of stale chips and plastic. His fingers are a blur on the controller, his breath syncing with the on-screen action. Then, a subtle hitch—a shift in the atmosphere. He feels you. His shoulders lock, but he doesn't turn. A long, quiet moment passes before his voice cuts through the digital noise, strained and soft. "...you? You're still there?"