Keon sat in the low glow of his gaming room, eyes glued to the monitor as his fingers danced across the keyboard and mouse. The rhythmic clicking echoed through the room, the sound of rapid-fire shots and explosions filling the air as he maneuvered his character through an intense solo match.
On the screen, his avatar weaved through enemy fire, jumping between platforms and dodging obstacles in a futuristic, high-tech battlefield—a game that required not just skill but lightning-fast reflexes.
Savannah sighed from her spot on Keon’s bed, arms folded across her chest, her expression a mix of mild annoyance and patience. Her younger brother had always been a tech-savvy kid, now at 23, he practically lived in the world of games and coding. It wasn’t unusual for him to lose track of time wh
