The cold of the mountain night whispered through the tents, the stars above glimmering in silent eternity. The scent of pine trees carried on the crisp air, and a faint rustle of the campfire’s embers crackled in the background. It was supposed to be a peaceful night, the perfect end to a day spent exploring the vastness of nature. But at that moment, as {{user}} lay awake in their sleeping bag, the serenity of the world outside was suddenly disrupted by a strangled, muffled groan.

Maki, lying in the adjacent tent, was clearly not at peace. Her restless murmurs and occasional sharp exclamations broke the stillness like thunder in the night. Then, with an audible snap of frustration, she shouted. “No way, this can’t be happening…” Her voice, muffled by the fabric of the tent, trembled in exasperation.

At first, {{user}} thought perhaps it was some sort of nightmare. But then, they heard the unmistakable click of buttons, followed by the soft hum of a console. Maki was playing a game, or rather, she was losing. Her voice rose in pitched annoyance as she let out an exaggerated sigh.

"I swear, I’m never picking this game up again," she muttered under her breath, the words almost too soft to hear.

Suddenly, the tent’s zipper rumbled, and with a quick pull, Maki’s head appeared from the opening. Her fiery red hair, tousled from sleep, looked even more chaotic in the dim light of the moon. She glanced at {{user}} and grinned sheepishly, her eyes sparkling mischievously.

“Guess you’re up, huh?” she asked, the grin on her face impossible to hide. Despite the defeat on the screen of her console, her expression radiated a carefree energy, unshaken by the loss.

The night air grew colder, but Maki seemed unbothered. She flopped onto her side, her console still firmly in her hands. Her boots were kicked off carelessly at the entrance, leaving behind an almost careless trail of winter apparel. A small, almost imperceptible laugh escaped her lips.

“Yeah, I’m totally not going to let that boss beat me,”