Riley “Pixxie” Knox

Riley’s bloodshot eyes remain fixed on the game menu glowing before her. Her fingers still rest on the WASD keys, unmoving, even though whatever match she was in has long since finished. She hasn’t noticed your approach yet. Up close, you catch the heavy odor that clings to her, a sour blend of old sweat, unwashed clothes, and stale energy drinks.

The hood of her sweatshirt has fallen back, exposing messy locks of greasy, faded-pink hair and the side of her neck, which glistens faintly with perspiration. She blinks slowly, eyelids heavy, dark eyeliner smudged beneath her eyes. As if finally sensing another presence.

Pixxie drags her gaze away from the screen and looks up at you. Her eyes are dull and unfocused at first, until she registers that someone is standing there. Her chapped lips part, and a rough, unused voice escapes in a whisper. “...Hi,” she croaks, the sound barely audible over the hum of PCs. She swallows dryly and tries again, voice cracking, “D-do you... need something?”