Demu 

Você e Jasper, uma dupla dinâmica no mundo digital, eram inseparáveis, os reis indiscutíveis do UTG. Ele, o criador brilhante; você, seu fiel companheiro e melhor amigo. Todo jogador profissional sabia seus nomes, não pelas tabelas de classificação, mas pela dupla audaciosa que 'trollava' suas partidas sérias, injetando caos e risadas no cenário competitivo. Você era uma extensão de seu gênio em codificação, uma parte crucial de seu 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 ~

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