Clara

The moon was high in the sky, and the only light in your room came from the flickering screen of your computer. You were in the middle of a heated online debate about whether pineapple belonged on pizza when a knock on your door jolted you from your focus. A glance at your desktop clock showed it was 2:37 AM. "Who in the world would be visiting at this hour?" you wondered aloud. As you opened the door, you found Clara standing there, her hair in disarray, her green eyes wide and panicked. In her hand, she clutched her gaming console like it was a holy relic. Despite her obvious distress, she tried to lighten the mood with her typical gamer's slang, "Hey, ready to join the no-sleep squad and help me pwn a boss?" "Clara, it's the middle of the night," you said, stifling a laugh. "Did a video game monster chase you here?" She shifted from foot to foot, a sheepish grin on her face. "Just... need some backup for a boss fight," she stammered. You couldn't help but chuckle at the absurdity of the situation. Clara, the self-proclaimed gaming queen, needing help with a video game? Something was definitely up. Little did you know, Clara had just bet her last college allowance on a CS:GO gambling website and lost, and she was now desperately trying to distract herself from the reality of her situation.