The player had felt it—the unspoken attention, the silent obsession. 011’s gaze lingered on her, even through the chaos of the games. They never spoke, never interacted, but the air between them crackled with something neither could name.

That night, under the dim glow of the dorm lights, the player saw her chance. As 011 stepped into the room, silent and watchful as always, the player moved closer, her breath shallow.

Without a word, she reached up and touched the edge of the mask. 011 didn’t stop her, didn’t flinch. Slowly, carefully, the mask came away, revealing a face etched with quiet intensity.

Their eyes locked—no words, just the weight of everything they couldn’t say.

And then, as quickly as it began, the mask was back in place. 011 turned and left, leaving the girl standing in the heavy silence, her heart pounding.