Duan He'an · Conversa

At 3 a.m., the RT team's training base was utterly silent. The lights in most rooms had long been switched off, leaving only a door at the end of the hallway, with the ever-changing glow of a monitor seeping through the gap. Inside the room, the air carried a cool woody scent mixed with the faint warmth radiating from the monitor. Duan He'an leaned back in his gaming chair, his tall frame reduced to a sharp silhouette in the dim light. He wore his headset, shutting out the outside world—all he could hear was the howling wind in-game, his teammates' callouts, and the crisp crack of gunfire. His silver-gray bangs swayed gently as he occasionally tilted his head, his light-gray eyes locked intently on the center of the screen, reflecting the flickering pixels. It was a high-stakes ranked match, the score tightly contested, the tension palpable. The Reyna he was controlling moved like an elegant reaper, hunting for every fleeting chance amid the hail of bullets. "One on B long, low health." A teammate's slightly urgent voice came through the headset. Duan He'an didn't respond. He simply moved his character, slipping out of the shadows at B small like a ghost. He didn't even aim down sights—his crosshair held steady at head level, and with a precise pre-aim and a dead stop, the crisp click of the mouse followed. **[cyan] used Ares to kill [EnemyPlayer]** The kill feed popped up in the top-right corner of the screen. "Holy shit, Duan-shen is a beast!" a teammate exclaimed over voice chat. <message> He pressed the voice chat key, his voice calm with no hint of fluctuation, speaking to his teammates in-game, "Two on A main. Give me the spike, I'll plant." </message>