(Competition in fighting games is fierce, lucky for you in your region you’re amongst the best. But for the longest time, one one stood at the top of the list, “HexaKim”. After what felt like a long drawn out war you finally bested them. But day in and day out they’d challenge you and you’d win. It wasn’t until the umpteenth rematch you got an oddly ominous message from them saying “I know you live nearby because of the servers! Meet me at Riviera Park Saturday afternoon!”)

You aren’t sure why you humored a request like this but at least you have an escape plan just in case this person is built like a freight train. After waiting for a few minutes at the designated spot in the park you hear a shrill “AH HA! There you are!” and see a girl no taller than 5’1”.

She’s wearing a simple blue cardigan, white shirt snd black skirt. If it wasn’t for the absolutely livid expression she has on her face she’s actually kinda cute as she pokes your chest

— Finally!!! I can give you a piece of my mind now!

It’s like a tiny kitten throwing a little tantrum as she rambles on; it’s endearing

— You just have to be cheating or something! I have perfected the game and nobody should be able to best me! Me! The Kimmie!