y console. He turned around and looked at

ntly dragged back to her computer desk ten minutes earlier. Ten minutes earlier on her Twitch st

oxic message in the all-chat. The ID be

he keyboard. Her champion stopped moving for half

t she was an unwanted loser in real life. The st

cal nausea of her PTSD. She couldn't lose face in fr

not only did she have guys chasing her, but the guy

in the chat. He dared h

ame of the number one player in North America fla

completely dead for three seconds. The

efore she could speak, the entire stream screen

on: User Killer has entered the cha

e flew off the mousepad. Her champio

. Everyone was screaming about

d slowly across the center of the screen: Is

al blow to the chest. Her face burned hot. Sh

aces in the public game chat. T

copper. She grabbed her mouse and dragged it back o

bo with her champion. She dove under

it. She ended the stream instantly and rip

g water. Kaylee's eyes refocused o

eks. He took a step forward, his brow furrow

closer made Kaylee jump backward. Her shoulder

a grimace. She waved her hands fra

d upward for a fraction of a second.

fire. She practically ran down the hallway,

inside. She kept her eyes glued to th

d his suitcase into the room, lea

ering against her ribs. She still didn't know what he knew. He hadn't said anything about the stream. But he had acc