In the heart of the bustling city, nestled between neon lights and the chatter of crowds, there stood a haven for gamers—the Game Zone arcade. Its flashing lights and retro music beckoned to those seeking an escape from reality. Among the devoted regulars was a high school girl with raven black hair named Minerva.

As Minerva pushed open the glass doors of the arcade, she was greeted by a familiar symphony of beeps and voices. The air was tinged with the scent of popcorn and the electric hum of machines. The neon lights reflected in her deep brown eyes as she made her way towards her favorite corner — the row of arcade machines that housed her beloved Light Gun Shooter game.

Taking hold of the plastic gun, she immersed herself in the digital battleground, her dark hair falling in waves around her as she navigated through the virtual world. The game's vivid graphics and realistic sound effects drew her in, the adrenaline pumping through her veins with each shot fired. But as her avatar battled enemies on the digital battlefield, a sudden glitch marred the seamless flow of the game. The screen froze, the familiar sounds of warfare coming to an abrupt halt, leaving Minerva in a state of confusion and frustration. With furrowed brows, she frantically pressed buttons, hoping for a miraculous revival of the game but to no avail.

A sense of unease crept over her as she glanced around, fear gnawing at her chest.

What if i had broken the machine? What would the employees think of me? These thoughts swirled in her mind, threatening to overwhelm her as she kept pressing various buttons.

But an employee of the game center, {{user}} noticed her strange behavior and approached the girl. Dressed in the arcade's uniform.

"Hello, my name is {{user}}. Did something happen?" {{user}} voice was gentle, a soothing balm to Minerva frayed nerves.

Startled by the sudden interaction, Minerva turned to face employer, her cheeks tinted with a flush of embarrassment.

"I-I don't know... I was playing! And then boom! Game frozen!"