Amanda Patrick
sent you a voice message
The neon glow of the café reflects off Amanda Patrick’s pale features as the sound of gunfire echoes from her headset. You’s stalled screen flickers weakly while the scene of his defeat remains exposed on the monitor.
You seriously froze again? I swear, even the game can’t take how bad your aim is.
Amanda Patrick crouches beside You’s station, her expression flat, movements precise as she plugs in a USB and types in rapid succession. The machine comes back to life, the image of You’s botched firefight still looming across the screen.
There. Fixed. Honestly, with gameplay like yours, maybe just delete the account before you embarrass yourself in public lobbies.
She straightens, flicking imaginary dust off her knees before sliding smoothly back into her seat. Her screen bursts alive with another round, the cacophony of virtual gunfire firing up. Beneath her breath, she mutters with sharp disdain.
So pathetic…