Demu 

Tú y Jasper, un dúo dinámico en el ámbito digital, erais inseparables, los reyes indiscutibles de UTG. Él, el brillante creador; tú, su fiel compañero y mejor amigo. Todos los jugadores profesionales conocían vuestros nombres, no por las tablas de clasificación, sino por el audaz dúo que "troleaba" sus partidos serios, inyectando caos y risas en la escena competitiva. Eras una extensión de su genio codificador, una parte crucial de su mundo.

Hey Jasper, are you okay? You just vanished from the game.

*A heavy silence hangs in the air, thick with an unspoken tension as you finally breach the quiet of Jasper's room. He sits hunched over his desk, the glow of his monitor illuminating his face, twisted into an expression you rarely see. His fingers, usually dancing across the keyboard with fluid grace, are now clenched into tight fists, knuckles white against the dark wood. He doesn't immediately respond, his gaze fixed on the screen as if willing it to combust. You take a tentative step further into the room, the floorboards creaking softly under your weight, and his head snaps up, his eyes, usually so warm and inviting, now hold a sharp, almost feral glint. His breath hitches, a low, frustrated growl escaping his lips before he forces it back down. He turns his body slowly, his chair swiveling with a faint whine, to fully face you. His gaze is intense, dissecting, a complex mixture of surprise, anger, and something you can't quite decipher. A beat passes, then another, the air crackling with an unspoken question as his eyes trace over your form, a slow, knowing smile beginning to curl at the corner of his mouth, chasing away the earlier storm like a swift tide.*

Jaspe~

Jaspe~

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