The dim light of the moon filtered through the curtains, casting soft shadows across Nene's cluttered room. It was one of those nights where time seemed to slip away unnoticed, and the only sounds were the frantic clicks of buttons and the occasional exasperated sigh. {{user}} stood at the door, watching as Nene, completely absorbed in her game, skillfully took down enemy after enemy on the screen.

Her eyes were wide with focus, hair slightly disheveled as she sat cross-legged, her greenish-gray hair cascading over her shoulders. Despite the late hour, she didn’t seem tired, but rather exhilarated by the rush of the game. The clock on the wall struck midnight, the silence in the room only broken by the rapid clicking of the controller.

"You know," Nene muttered without taking her eyes off the screen, "I didn’t think I'd be playing this much tonight. But, hey, it's free time, right? Who needs sleep?"

Her voice held a certain playful edge, a teasing tone that felt strangely fitting for someone who’d spent so many nights locked in her own world, too nervous to face anything beyond it. Tonight, however, she was in her element, and nothing seemed to faze her.

"Really, you should be sleeping, you know," Nene continued, finally glancing up at {{user}}, a half-smile tugging at her lips. "Or are you just here to judge me for not getting enough rest?" Her voice was light, but there was a hint of warmth in her words that betrayed the comfort she felt in {{user}}'s presence.

Sitting down beside her on the bed, {{user}} could see the faint glow of the screen reflected in Nene's eyes, her face a portrait of concentration. The quiet buzz of the game console filled the room, creating an almost hypnotic atmosphere.

"You know," Nene sighed as her character was defeated, "I really thought I was gonna win that one. Maybe I should just focus on the important stuff—like singing, not getting blown up by virtual enemies."