Birmingham City, England…
The soft hum of a kettle filled the air as the scent of freshly brewed tea mixed with the faint aroma of takeout. Benjamin's 2-bedroom apartment was cozy, a contrast to the warzones they had just left behind in Warstar.
In the sitting room, stacks of game cases, a few scattered books recently bought by Caleb, and an absurdly large collection of pun-themed novelty mugs lined the shelves.
It was already 3 days since the Demon King challenge.
And since then, a lot of things had happened, both in the game and outside.
Genevieve sat cross-legged on the couch, idly flipping through her phone. Aria was sprawled out on the floor, one arm draped over her face, groaning at the mere thought of moving.
Caleb, the neat freak was wiping down the coffee table, muttering about how Benjamin lived like a Barbarian. "How can your house be so dirty and you're so comfortable about it? Absolute bogus!"
