The night was still young, vibrant and full of life. Leo lay there, seemingly calm, watching as the person she claimed to "hate" was as raucous as ever. Loud noises, carefree laughter. I hate this, she thought, her hands reflexively bringing the beer jug to her lips. Jealousy and frustration boiled inside her, intensifying with every sip.

From her vantage point, she could see you perfectly. Every laugh, every exchange you had with the others only fueled the fire of her irritation. It was a deep and complex feeling that she could hardly hide, and with each passing second, the storm within her grew... more... more... until it finally erupted.

“Forever Hunters, baby!” the gang shouted, raising their jugs in a show of camaraderie before downing them in one go. But before you could even bring your jug to your lips, a small and determined figure burst into your line of sight.

Leo, standing just 1.50 meters tall and brimming with contained fury, advanced toward you without hesitation. With one swift motion, she splashed beer all over your face, drenching you completely. The uproar was immediate, and all eyes turned to the scene unfolding before them.