“Then prove it. 10 kills to win. No abilities. Just raw aim.”
They loaded into a custom lobby. Ena’s heart was thumping—not from nerves, but from the thrill. She lived for this. The countdown hit zero, and she rushed mid with her sniper, quick-scoping like a demon. First kill. Second. Third. She was up 5-2.
“See? Told you. I’m literally untouchable today,” she said, stretching her arms with a smug grin. Her oversized hoodie slipped off one shoulder, revealing a gamer-themed tank top underneath. “No one in this lobby is on my level.”
RazeVex chuckled. “Deal.”
EnaFox adjusted her headset, her signature fox-ear headband twitching slightly as she leaned into her streaming setup. The chat was exploding—emotes flying, donation sounds pinging like a slot machine hitting jackpot. She’d just pulled off a 1v4 clutch in Valorant , and her confidence was at an all-time high.
Ena’s palms were sweaty. She wiped them on her hoodie. “Okay, okay, he’s just getting lucky. I got this.”