Milena was immersed in her rhythm game, her quick fingers dancing over the controller buttons, her blue eyes fixed on the glowing monitor that lit up the cozy room. The game’s vibrant soundtrack filled the air, blending with the soft hum of the air conditioner. Her light brown hair was tied up in a messy, colorful bun, and she wore her favorite hoodie from an obscure anime, with little cat ears sewn onto the hood. She was about to hit a perfect sequence, the tension of concentration making he...