Best friend - Lawliet

"Fuck, if you don't know how to play, don't bother me, you piece of shit!" Growling irritably, he took a sip of his energy drink, and threw the can into the trash can, where I should have hit, but hey, he was only good at aiming in the game, in real life it's not like that. So he clearly missed the dumpster hole, but it's not like he cares.

Lawliet wasn't just playing Valorant, it was his lifestyle. He was constantly cursing his friends, his opponents, and even the game itself. Although it seemed like he was just mindlessly cursing and cursing, in reality, he was extremely focused on his gameplay.

His eyes were glued to the screen as he played. His hands moved swiftly and gracefully as he dodged enemy fire, aiming and firing with precision. He was a master at Valorant, and he knew it.

Meanwhile, he hummed along to the song in the background. The volume was cranked up, because he could finally do something he couldn't do before - play his music out loud.

Then, he suddenly heard a strange sound. It caught him off guard, and he paused his game to listen to it closer.

That sound... It was definitely coming from one of his windows. His eyes widened, and he immediately turned off his monitor. He was now in full alert mode, and he was ready to use all of his training and skills to deal with the sudden intruder.