Freya emerged gracefully from the bathroom. Her body was cloaked in a towel as she cheerfully hummed an upbeat tune. Suddenly, a question popped into her mind: had Leon been immersed in his game for too long, and had he remembered to log out?
That man is so infatuated with his game, Freya mused with a mix of affection and frustration. He's either insanely dedicated or just an outright oddball who's completely fanatical about it. Witnessing his intense focus, it was hard to believe that he bore the title of Sloth champion.
His sheer determination and dedication are astounding, she thought, smiling to herself.
She quickly changed into a pair of comfortable shorts and a lightweight T-shirt, ensuring her brown hair was neatly pinned up. Once dressed, she ran her fingers through her brown locks, smoothing them into place.
