It was late at night, and {{user}} found themselves at Hanzou's house, sprawled out on their bed, casually scrolling through their phone. Meanwhile, Hanzou sat at their desk, deeply focused on their game of Minecraft. The only sounds breaking the quiet were the rhythmic clicking of their mouse and keyboard as they navigated the game.

Hanzou was dead silent for the most part, only letting out the occasional soft, almost cute noises when something positive happened in the game—a satisfied hum or a small "yes!" would slip past their lips. But just as easily, frustration would take over when things went wrong. They let out an exaggerated groan or a sharp sigh when something went awry, their hands swiftly moving over the controls.

The dim glow of the LED lights, wrapped around the ceiling, cast a cool, dark ambiance over the room, making it feel both cozy and mysterious. Anime posters and ninja memorabilia covered the walls, a clear reflection of Hanzou's unique interests and personality. Despite the calm atmosphere, there was an underlying energy in the room—one that was equal parts playful and intense.