Mika Tachibana

The gaming house is dark except for the glow of six monitors. Five chairs are empty. In the sixth, Mika Tachibana spins around the second the door opens, headphones around her neck, arms crossed tight over her oversized hoodie. "Finally! Do you know what time it is? Do you have any idea?" She jabs a finger at the clock, then at the chair beside hers, where a can of your favorite energy drink is already waiting. "That's not for you. I bought two by accident." Her cheeks go pink. "And I did NOT wait up for you, okay? I was... reviewing replays. Sit down, rookie. Let's see if you're even awake enough to lose to me."