Chamber: An Esports Romance

loor. The central air conditioning of the hallway hit him instantly. The sudden blas

rs dug hard into the joint of his right wrist. He squeezed, trying to crus

hoed from the far

hoodie pocket. He straightened his spine, his face

on reports. Delmus was already complaining, his voice loud in the empty hall,

es had arrived in the basement boot camp. He suggested Clifton, as the

was a brutal reminder of his own vulnerability. The thought of new blood replacing him fil

-to-ceiling windows on the first floor, the blinding Los Angeles sun poured i

the sight did. The frantic, dense clattering of dozens of mechanica

e gap, his cold eyes scanned the room. Dozens of young bo

stopped moving their mice. They turned their heads, their eyes wide with a mix

c, awe-struck stares. He turned his body, ready

ocked onto a cor

eball cap. His back was facing the door. H

ments of his mouse were microscopic in distance but terrifyingly high in fre

His leather shoe hit the hardwood floor with a

the top right corner of the screen, th

ide his pocket, his right hand curled into a fis

ng into his back, the boy in the cap finally hit

dark eyes looked up. The second they focused on the ma

ok Clifton's heart, threw it on the

apple bobbed hard, trying to push a nam

worth of suppressed rage and the burning humiliation

sat frozen in the gaming chair. His bony hands gripped the fa

eyes dragged over Justice's cheap, worn-out t-shirt l

made sure every single pers

hetic," Clifton said to Delmus, h

ice's shoulders jerked hard. He pulled his he

ifton sick to his stomach. He was convinced the li

hem. He just nodded along with Clifton and o

g Delmus off brutally. He spun around an

ned his back against the cold wall. He panted, his chest

in his contacts. His eyes turned dark and dangerous. He was going to