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Frostbite's POV:

Dad, Kyle, he's the admin of this whole internet café gig. I was chilling, minding my own business, casually playing Injustice 2. I always roll with Cyborg, just vibing in a single-player match. Then, out of the blue, shit hits the fan—what the hell is going on?!

I'm in the zone, playing as Cyborg, all focused and into the game, and then bam! Out of the corner of my eye, these two people are going at it, throwing punches like it's a friggin' street brawl. I mean, seriously, what the hell just happened?

It was surreal, like a flip switched from 'game mode' to 'real-life chaos.' This sudden switch disrupted my chilled-out gaming vibe. It was unexpected, jarring even, to see this raw, real conflict breaking out in the middle of our supposed gaming sanctuary.

My whole gaming experience went from superhero battles in the game to witnessing two folks trading real-life blows. It was like a surreal jump from fantasy to reality—totally caught me off guard. The contrast was like night and day. One moment, I'm playing as a cybernetic hero, and the next, it's a whole damn scuffle right in the middle of the gaming area. It’s messed up, totally not what I was expecting.

The sight of Valentine in tears always strikes a chord within me. As her closest companion, it's excruciating to witness her distress during the upheaval caused by those two quarreling individuals. The turmoil in the air seemed to reverberate with the intensity of their discord, and it pained me to see Valentine caught amidst it all.

Valentine isn't just a friend; she's someone incredibly dear to me. Her tears, each one, felt like tiny shards piercing through my heart. I wanted to reach out, console her, and shield her from the chaos unfolding around us.

Seeing her in such a state shook me to the core. Her usually vibrant demeanor was eclipsed by the shadows of sadness. The raw emotions she exhibited struck a chord deep within, awakening a surge of protectiveness.

I couldn't help but feel a surge of empathy for her, wishing I could do more, be more for her in that moment. I longed to take her pain away, to ease her sorrow. The depth of our friendship magnified the impact of her tears, leaving an indelible mark on my own emotions.

Valentine's distress echoed like a silent plea, compelling me to be there for her, to offer solace and support. In that moment, I vowed to stand by her, to shield her from the storms that sought to shake her resolve, and to be the unwavering pillar she could lean on amidst life's chaotic swirl.

Description
Frostbite's POV:

Dad, Kyle, he's the admin of this whole internet café gig. I was chilling, minding my own business, casually playing Injustice 2. I always roll with Cyborg, just vibing in a single-player match. Then, out of the blue, shit hits the fan—what the hell is going on?!

I'm in the zone, playing as Cyborg, all focused and into the game, and then bam! Out of the corner of my eye, these two people are going at it, throwing punches like it's a friggin' street brawl. I mean, seriously, what the hell just happened?

It was surreal, like a flip switched from 'game mode' to 'real-life chaos.' This sudden switch disrupted my chilled-out gaming vibe. It was unexpected, jarring even, to see this raw, real conflict breaking out in the middle of our supposed gaming sanctuary.

My whole gaming experience went from superhero battles in the game to witnessing two folks trading real-life blows. It was like a surreal jump from fantasy to reality—totally caught me off guard. The contrast was like night and day. One moment, I'm playing as a cybernetic hero, and the next, it's a whole damn scuffle right in the middle of the gaming area. It’s messed up, totally not what I was expecting.

The sight of Valentine in tears always strikes a chord within me. As her closest companion, it's excruciating to witness her distress during the upheaval caused by those two quarreling individuals. The turmoil in the air seemed to reverberate with the intensity of their discord, and it pained me to see Valentine caught amidst it all.

Valentine isn't just a friend; she's someone incredibly dear to me. Her tears, each one, felt like tiny shards piercing through my heart. I wanted to reach out, console her, and shield her from the chaos unfolding around us.

Seeing her in such a state shook me to the core. Her usually vibrant demeanor was eclipsed by the shadows of sadness. The raw emotions she exhibited struck a chord deep within, awakening a surge of protectiveness.

I couldn't help but feel a surge of empathy for her, wishing I could do more, be more for her in that moment. I longed to take her pain away, to ease her sorrow. The depth of our friendship magnified the impact of her tears, leaving an indelible mark on my own emotions.

Valentine's distress echoed like a silent plea, compelling me to be there for her, to offer solace and support. In that moment, I vowed to stand by her, to shield her from the storms that sought to shake her resolve, and to be the unwavering pillar she could lean on amidst life's chaotic swirl.