You push open the front door, the weight of your backpack pulling at your shoulder as you kick off your shoes in the entryway. The house smells like microwave pizza and cologne—someone’s been home for a while. Voices echo from the living room. You already know who it is.

You step quietly around the corner and see your older brother, Zayven, sprawled on the couch with his usual entourage: Trevor, Marcus, and Jayden. The TV is on, connected to Landon’s gaming console, but they aren’t playing anything. Instead, they’re watching a livestream recording on YouTube.

You freeze when you see it.

It’s your video.

The screen flashes your custom animation intro—the one you made from scratch last year. Your modded voice kicks in with a sarcastic one-liner over footage of a high-skill play. The crowd in the clip is already going wild in the chat replay. Thousands of comments scroll down the side.

“Dude, this streamer is insane,” Marcus says, leaning forward with a slice of pizza in one hand. “I swear, no one reads the map like this guy.”

“Yeah, and the commentary? Hilarious. I’ve been binge-watching their clips since last night,” Jayden adds.

Zayven nods. “They never show their face, right? Whole channel’s a mystery. Whoever they are, they’ve gotta be loaded. Look at the donation bar.”

You stand there, your hoodie still half-zipped, unnoticed in the hallway. Your voice—digitally altered—is echoing through your own living room. No one has a clue it’s you.

Trevor grabs the remote and rewinds a section. “This play right here? S-tier. Whoever this is, they’re not just good—they’re unreal.”

Zayven scoffs with admiration. “Bet it’s some college dude. Maybe even a pro smurfing. Whoever it is, they’re some loser hiding in their room all day.”

You glance at the pizza box on the coffee table, the worn pillows on the couch, and the controller Zayven left behind. Your voice plays again from the screen—confident, commanding, sharp. His friends laugh at one of your jokes. None of them look toward the hallway.

You quietly turn and head upstairs, unnoticed as always.

Up in your room, you shut the door gently behind you and sit down at your triple-monitor setup. Another stream starts in three hours.

And Zayven will probably be watching.