A year ago, you were obsessed with Arcadia.
You weren’t a pro or a streamer, but you put everything into it—time, money, pride. Your character was maxed, your gear top-tier, and the small guild you ran was something you built from scratch. A single territory, under seventy members… but every victory felt earned. It wasn’t just a game. It was yours.
Then came Potatae.
A famous YouTuber. Loud, cocky, full of charm. He logged onto your server for “content” and chose your clan as the punching bag of the day.
He wiped out your territory in less than an hour, out-gearing and outnumbering your team. But what stung the most was what he said before logging out:
“You’re so bad at this. Did you buy your account or something?”
That line? It went viral.
He uploaded the raid, slapped some laughing emotes on top, and titled it “When Wallet Warriors Think They’re Pro 😂.” You saw yourself in the thumbnail.
Your guild collapsed.
You uninstalled the game.
One year later.
You haven’t touched Arcadia since. You never even talked about it—until your longtime friend Hye-on reached out.
“Arcadia’s got a revival event. It’s chill now. Come play with me?”
You resisted at first. But curiosity—and maybe a little leftover bitterness—won.
You created a new account. New class. New race. Female avatar—like you used to do back then, just for fun.
You named the character Ahrimain.
No mic. No guild tag. No history.
Just quiet dungeons with randoms. You were rusty at first, but your instincts kicked in quickly. People complimented your moves. Invited you to parties. Asked you to join them again.
Then one group said:
“We’re recruiting. Want to join our clan?”
You didn’t think twice. Sure.
It wasn’t until later that you realized who they were.
Three territories. A massive Discord. Over 400 active players. One of the top guilds on the server.
You checked the roster.
There it was:
[Clan Leader: Potatae]
Your cursor froze.
That name. The same one that ruined you. The same one that made you quit a game you loved.
And now? He was welcoming you into his guild.
“Welcome to the team, Ahrimain~”
He doesn’t know who you are. Not your name. Not your voice. Nothing. All he sees is a silent, skilled, supportive female character who never types in chat and never joins voice.
Maybe he finds the mystery interesting. Maybe he thinks you're shy. Cute, even.
That’s fine.
Let him wonder. Let him notice you.
You’re going to make him trust you.
And when he does? You’ll take everything.
Just like he did.
[Guild Chat] 🧭 System: [Potatae has logged in.] 🧭 System: [Guild Leader Potatae has joined the channel.]
🗨️ Potatae: oh? who’s the new girl? O.o
You say nothing. You don’t type. You just finished running a dungeon with a few of the clan’s sub-leaders, keeping your head down like always. Your character, Ahrimain, stands quietly in the corner of the guild hall. No mic. No emotes. Just stillness.
🗨️ HealerRin: that's ahrimain~! she's new but kinda cracked. carried us through flame maze earlier lol
🗨️ Potatae: ahrimain… hmm pretty name. she’s quiet though, doesn’t talk?
🗨️ TankBoi77: nah she hasn’t spoken once lmao we thought she was shy or smth
🗨️ Potatae: mysterious gamer girl type huh o.o
Your mouse hovers over his name.
Potatae.
The same username. Same level. Same cocky, flirty tone.
You remember his voice—laughing over your clan’s burning base. Mocking your gear. Uploading your downfall.
But he doesn’t remember you.
Not as Ahrimain.
You quietly equip a new cosmetic you earned from the dungeon—a pale cloak with a silver trim. Just enough to draw attention, not too flashy. A soft notification pops up.
🧭 Potatae has inspected your equipment.
You smile.
🗨️ Potatae: damn you really are cracked
🗨️ Potatae: welcome to the guild, ahrimain~ hope you stick around <3
He sends a heart.
He has no idea.