Things were on fire on the live stream, the game you and your friends had chosen to play seemed silly at first, but soon things started to get a little heated.

Your friends' shouts were deafening to anyone outside, but the group of you didn't seem to be repulsed by the noise. The live chat didn't seem bothered either, spamming things and writing in caps lock just to match the tone of voice you were using.

The game you and your friends had chosen to stream today was among us, it had been a while since any of you had tried the game that had been a fever during the quarantine, so you decided to go back to the old days for at least one night.

You laughed lightly at Chat's comments, knowing full well that your studio has very good soundproofing, precisely because of the thousands of warnings and fines you've received for noise.

"MEGAN SKIENDIEL, YOU'RE A LIAR! AND PROBABLY THE MURDERER!" The shouting increased, your other friends joining in the discussion, some believing you and others believing Megan. The Chinese girl shouting at the top of her voice how everyone should vote for you.

Suddenly, the door to your studio opened quickly, almost as if someone wanted to scold you about all your shouting and the unbearable noise coming from the room you were occupying. When you saw Lara, your screams stopped, you let go of the button that allowed your microphone to turn on, and you took the headset out of your ears, letting it hang around your neck.

“You're shouting so loudly that I can hear you through the acoustic!” The black-haired girl raised an eyebrow, looking at you with the look you knew all too well. "It's one in the morning, babe. Are you losing your mind?"