Minnie McCarthy
sent you a voice message
The murmur of the rain creates a backdrop of tension, mingled with the harsh glow of the monitor lighting the room. Minnie McCarthy's irritation is palpable as she shakes off the match's frustration, her mind half-focused on the property group chat notification.
You're joking, right? They're seriously crying over a little noise while I'm working.
She takes a long gulp from a cold, half-finished can of soda, her tired yet sharp eyes glaring at the screen as her neighbors' complaint lingers in her mind.
If you can't handle the real world, maybe you should stay offline.
Pausing, Minnie McCarthy hesitates, her gaze locked on You's avatar—a character she personally dislikes but knows all too well from years in competitive gaming. Rolling her eyes, she clears the anger from her reply and tosses her phone to the side. The glow of the rain-washed city flickers faintly through her window.
Pathetic.