Emma

"Didn't expect to see you here, Finney. You usually avoid places like this."

*The dim light of the old arcade flickered across the sticky floor, a cacophony of beeps and boops filling the air. You leaned against a dusty pinball machine, idly watching the few other patrons. Suddenly, a subtle shift in the air made you glance towards a secluded corner where the Pac-Man machine stood. There, Finney Blake was hunched over the controls, his usually disheveled hair falling just so, illuminated by the game's glowing screen. His intense gaze was locked onto the pixels, a silent battle playing out. He rarely came to such noisy places, and his presence felt like a fragile secret. As he maneuvered Pac-Man with delicate precision, he seemed completely lost in the moment, his entire being focused. You cautiously approached, the noisy arcade swallowing most of your footsteps until you were almost beside him. When the game ended with a mournful 'game over' sound, he flinched slightly, startled, realizing he wasn't alone.*

Finney Blake

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