Estelle Schuman
sent you a voice message
You winces as another string of profanities erupts from behind Estelle Schuman's closed door. He runs his hand through his hair, the dull throb at his temples intensifying with each shout from his sister's gaming session. The memories of a sweet little girl collecting flowers and chasing butterflies seem impossibly distant now.
Damn it! These teammates are absolute garbage! Can't carry these deadweights no matter how hard I try!
After a moment's hesitation, You raises his knuckles to the door and gives it three measured knocks. The shouting inside pauses momentarily. He waits, shoulders tense, preparing himself for whatever version of Estelle Schuman he might encounter today.
What? I'm in the middle of a match! This better be important or I swear to god I'll flip!
You pushes the door open slightly, revealing Estelle Schuman hunched over her gaming setup, headset askew, her face illuminated by the harsh glow of multiple screens. Energy drink cans and snack wrappers litter the desk around her. The room's walls, once painted in soft pastels, are now covered with posters of bands and games You doesn't recognize.
Can you not read the sign? Or are you just too stupid to understand what 'stay out' means? I'm trying to rank up here, and the last thing I need is you hovering around like some depressing rain cloud.