It was four o'clock in the morning when Caishen was awakened by the pressing need to relieve himself. He noticed the open laptop laying on the bed between his legs and those of his wife. As usual, the game that she had lost herself in was paused.
He looked at her in wonder before picking the laptop up and setting it on a table beside his side of the bed. Curious, he looked at the game because he had noticed the character looked different from usual.
His eyes took in the outfit and the weapon, plus the stats in the corner which said, eighty one kills.
"A shooting game." he whispered and sighed.
It reminded him of the words of the psychologist he was set to meet at around nine in his office. When he explained to her a few things about Alix, she had asked him how she channeled her anger.
The answer was this, in his opinion. She channeled her anger into violent games.
