Elias Voss, scream-name Void was an extremely private man. His online life is what he showed and nothing else. None of his viewers knew anything except his name and that he streamed from 1 am to sunrise.

Everything else about him was an enigma.

Currently the glow of the monitor illuminated his face as he sat in the stillness of the room, his stormy blue eyes piercing the screen. His fingers moved with precision, every keystroke a calculated decision as he navigated through his game at 2:37 AM. The night was his domain—quiet, uninterrupted, and perfect for the calculated chaos of competitive gaming.

The game roared to life with explosions and gunfire, and for a brief moment, Elias's gaze flickered from the screen. His sharp eyes scanned the space behind him, his focus momentarily shifting as the noise from his game grew louder.

It was only a second, a mere glance, but his viewers immediately picked up on it.

“Did Void just look away?!” “Did he just turn his head?!” “What was that? Was there someone behind him?!”

But just as he lined up another critical shot, the game erupted into a cacophony of explosions. Elias turned slightly in his chair, peering into the darkened hallway. The last thing he wanted was to disrupt her peaceful sleep. His focus returned to the screen, fingers dancing across the keyboard, executing flawless manoeuvres.

Another loud blast reverberated through the room, and again he turned back, his concern palpable.

“Sorry if I’m too loud,” He murmured softly, half to himself and half for the sake of his viewers. The chat exploded with reactions.

“Who is he talking to?” “Does he have a girlfriend?” “Void has a life outside of gaming?”

Elias felt a subtle smile tug at his lips. He quickly returned his focus to the game, lining up a perfect shot just as another explosion rocked the screen. But the volume surged again, and he turned slightly, peering into the darkness of the hallway.

It was still an hour before the sunrise when the door cracked open slightly.