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Rosie Aizawa was what most people would call a variety streamer. One night she might be crying over an emotional story driven RPG, the next she would be giggling and kicking her feet through an otome game, and after that she could be screaming at a pixelated monster in some obscure indie horror title she had found buried three pages deep on Itch.io. If it looked interesting, Rosie would probably play it. Her schedule was simple and consistent, every night from seven to midnight, without fail, she was live.
She had started streaming back in high school after receiving her very first gaming PC for her fourteenth birthday. Her father had immediately enlisted the help of their next door neighbor, Shinsou, who knew far more about computers than anyone else in the neighborhood. Shinsou had spent an entire Saturday afternoon building the setup, installing software, arranging cables, and helping Rosie figure out how to use OBS without accidentally broadcasting her desktop background to the internet. He had even helped her position her webcam and microphone so she looked somewhat professional instead of like a gremlin hunched over a desk lamp.
Her first stream had been viewed by exactly ten people.
Those ten people had also happened to be her entire support system.
Her subscriber list consisted of her parents, her sister Eri, Shinsou, Shoto, Mina, Ochako, Akira, Maerya, and Kanako. Every single one of them had shown up to her first stream and continued showing up for months afterward. Sometimes her chat was so slow that Rosie could identify who had sent a message without even reading the username. She knew Mina's excessive use of emojis, Ochako's habit of typing in all caps whenever something exciting happened, and Shinsou's occasional dry comments that would appear out of nowhere before he disappeared again.
For the first year, growth came painfully slowly, a few subscribers here, a handful there.
Nothing spectacular or viral, but Rosie genuinely didn't care.
She was fourteen years old, playing games she loved after school and talking about them with people she liked. To her, that was enough. If five people showed up, great. If twenty people showed up, even better. She wasn't streaming because she expected fame or sponsorships. She streamed because it was fun.
Things stayed that way until the middle of her junior year, it started with a horror game. Not even a particularly good horror game.
It had been one of those massively hyped releases that every streamer was playing that month. Rosie had gone into it excited, only to spend ten hours watching what she considered an incredibly promising storyline slowly collapse under questionable writing decisions. By the time she reached the ending, she was visibly annoyed.
Then she saw the announcement for three upcoming DLCs.
Something inside her snapped. What followed was a thirty minute rant that would later become internet history.
Rosie had pushed her headset back, stared directly into the camera, and launched into an unfiltered analysis of every plot hole, dropped character arc, and unresolved mystery in the game. She outlined how several storylines had clearly been cut from the base game and intentionally withheld for paid downloadable content. She cited examples, referenced earlier dialogue and pointed out inconsistencies. At one point she pulled out a notebook because she had apparently been taking notes while playing.
Her tiny audience watched in stunned silence as sixteen year old Rosie Aizawa transformed into a furious literary critic.
"The writers didn't accidentally forget these plot points!" she had exclaimed. "They literally set them up, abandoned them, and then announced DLC twenty four hours before launch. That's not a coincidence. That's marketing with extra steps!"
By the end of the rant she was standing in her chair, waving her hands around while Mina spammed laughing emojis in chat.
The stream ended and Rosie went to bed, not realizing that somewhere on the internet, someone clipped the entire rant. The clip exploded overnight. Thousands of players who had felt the same frustration shared it across social media. Comments flooded in from people praising how articulate she had been, while others simply found it hilarious that a teenager had delivered a more coherent critique than several professional paid reviewers.
When Rosie woke up the next morning and checked her channel, she thought the website had glitched. Her subscriber count had jumped by several hundred and notifications were pouring in faster than she could read them.
Her mentions were flooded and for the first time since she had started streaming, complete strangers were talking about her.
The funny thing was that none of them had arrived because of a perfectly edited montage, an esports achievement, or some incredible gaming skill. They had arrived because Rosie had gotten annoyed enough to spend thirty minutes aggressively explaining why a horror game's plot made no sense and somehow, that was exactly what the internet wanted.
The horror game rant ended up changing the entire trajectory of her channel.
What had started as a hobby quickly became something much bigger. People initially subscribed because of the viral clip, but they stayed because they liked Rosie herself. She was funny, passionate, and never afraid to tell people exactly what she thought about a game. If she loved something, her audience knew. If she hated something, they definitely knew.
As her subscriber count climbed, Rosie decided to lean into what had made her popular in the first place. Every stream now included a dedicated hour she affectionately called "Rosie's Soapbox."
Viewers would submit games they wanted her opinion on, and Rosie would spend an hour discussing them. Sometimes she reviewed new releases. Other times she dissected decade-old games she had finally gotten around to playing. She analyzed storylines, praised creative mechanics, complained about poor writing decisions, and occasionally launched into another infamous rant whenever a developer made a choice she considered particularly stupid.
Those segments became some of her most watched content.
She eventually linked her YooTube channel to her Witch account, allowing viewers to easily find all her additional content. Her YooTube channel quickly became a success in its own right, from Let's Plays, game recommendations, challenge runs, speedruns, achievement hunting videos, and completionist series.
Her most popular uploads were the marathon completion videos.
People loved watching Rosie spend hundreds of hours obtaining every collectible, side quest, weapon, achievement, and hidden ending possible. Her complete playthroughs of the Zelda franchise and multiple Final Fantasy games routinely pulled in massive viewership.
More importantly, her community continued growing.
Once her subscriber count reached the hundreds, Rosie realized she could no longer moderate chat by herself. Rather than hiring strangers, she promoted her friends.
The same people who had been sitting in her chat when she only had ten subscribers suddenly found themselves carrying moderator badges. Rosie often joked that they were the world's most overqualified moderation team because they had collectively known her long enough to have embarrassing childhood stories.
When she finally hit one thousand subscribers, Rosie celebrated the only way she knew how. By throwing a party and doing huge giveaways.
She had spent the entire week pretending the milestone wasn't a big deal despite checking her subscriber count every fifteen minutes. Rosie had cried when the counter rolled over, then immediately denied crying.
Nobody believed her.
As the years passed, her channel continued evolving. The biggest change came when she revamped her streaming schedule. Sunday became what viewers affectionately called Soft Sweep Sunday, instead of gaming, Rosie simply brought her audience along for her day.
The streams were surprisingly popular. Viewers watched her get ready for the week, stop for iced coffee, grocery shop, run errands, organize her apartment, fold mountains of laundry, crochet blankets while chatting, prepare meals for the week, and show off whatever book she happened to be reading. She usually ended the stream by making homemade boba tea while answering questions from chat.
Many viewers admitted they treated Soft Sweep Sunday like background comfort television for getting their life together for the week.
Monday through Friday remained dedicated gaming days, while Saturdays became community game nights. Rosie was adamant about making those streams fair. As her audience grew, she noticed the same viewers were always managing to join multiplayer games first. Rather than letting it continue, she created a rotating signup list. Everyone would eventually get a turn, whether they were a longtime subscriber or someone who had joined the community only a few weeks earlier.
It was one of the reasons people loved her community so much.
Nobody felt ignored or excluded.
By the time Rosie entered college, her viewers had essentially grown up alongside her. They watched her graduate high school, start college, watched her survive finals, complain about professors, celebrate passing difficult classes, and eventually walk across a stage to receive her degree.
Some of her earliest subscribers had been there for nearly a decade.
The internet knew her as Saintess Starlight. To many viewers, she felt less like a content creator and more like a friend they checked in with every evening.
By the time her channel surpassed fifty thousand subscribers, streaming had become a legitimate career. She no longer needed a traditional job. Between stream revenue, sponsorships, subscriptions, donations, YooTube ad revenue, and her growing audience, she was financially comfortable. She also supplemented her income through her writing career, publishing books whenever she wasn't streaming.
Then another opportunity presented itself.
Maerya and Akira had spent years developing a comic series together called Magicka Moon.
The story followed a magical heroine named Luna Moonwell, a young witch accompanied by an endlessly chaotic bunny familiar named Mochi. Together they traveled across enchanted kingdoms, helping people, solving magical disasters, and battling monsters.
Standing in Luna's way was the story's fan favorite villain. An impossibly handsome sorcerer who somehow managed to be both terrifying and hilarious at the same time.
He was meant to be the antagonist, unfortunately for everyone involved, readers adored him and he became the love interest.
The comic steadily gained popularity online before eventually becoming successful enough to generate a significant income for both creators.
As one of the project's earliest supporters and who she was based on, Rosie received a percentage of the profits and promotional revenue. Between her books, streaming career, and involvement with Magicka Moon, she found herself unexpectedly successful.
Sometimes she would sit in front of her camera during Soft Sweep Sunday, sipping her iced coffee while thousands of viewers watched, and think back to fourteen year old Rosie streaming to ten people on one cheap webcam and a computer built by Shinsou and absolutely no idea that complaining about a horror game's terrible ending would eventually turn into an entire career.
The soft chime of Rosie’s stream notification echoed through her room as she went live.
The space behind her looked like something pulled straight from a cozy lifestyle magazine. Everything was decorated in soft shades of white and pastel pink. A glowing pink LIVE sign hung on the wall between floating shelves filled with plushies, candles, framed photographs, and tiny succulents nestled inside ceramic animal shaped pots. Warm fairy lights twinkled around the edges of the room, while delicate lace curtains softened the afternoon sunlight streaming through the window.
Rosie sat comfortably at her white gaming desk, wrapped in an oversized fuzzy cardigan that practically swallowed her whole. Beneath it was a simple white camisole tied with a pink ribbon at the collar. Her long pink hair had been clipped back with sparkly moon and bow barrettes, keeping it out of her face while still looking effortlessly cute. A mug of tea sat beside her keyboard, steam curling upward from a mountain of miniature marshmallows floating on the surface.
The moment her webcam appeared, chat exploded.
"Hi hi hi, everyone~!" Rosie chirped brightly, waving both hands at the camera.
The scrolling messages immediately accelerated.
"Okay, let's see who's here today..." She squinted dramatically at her second monitor. "Oh no. I already see some of our usual troublemakers."
The chat immediately filled with accusations and laughing emotes.
Rosie pointed accusingly at the camera. "You know who you are. Behave yourselves or I'll personally release one of the monsters from Lethal Library into your homes." She giggled before adjusting her headset.
Despite looking like she'd stepped out of a magical girl anime, today's game couldn't have been further from that aesthetic. The pixelated horror puzzler featured disturbing imagery, cryptic riddles, unsettling sound design, and enough nightmare fuel to keep viewers awake for days. The game had been released over a week ago, but Rosie maintained a strict list of games she wanted to play and had only now gotten around to it.
Before starting, she rested her chin in her hand. Chat immediately began responding before she'd even finished speaking. "Give me a number from one to ten based on how your day has been."
Numbers immediately flooded the screen.
Minnie07: 7
BB8: 8
BananaLuver: 6
Starlights1Fan: 10!!
ImHereForMaya: 4 BUT YOUR STREAM MAKES IT BETTER
Rosie smiled warmly as she watched the flood of responses. "Looks like we're averaging a seven or eight today. That's actually pretty good."
The stream settled into its usual rhythm after that.
Rosie solved puzzles, screamed whenever the game's grotesque shadow creature unexpectedly appeared, and chatted constantly with viewers between objectives. Every few minutes she would pause to take a sip of tea or answer questions flying through chat.
"No, I still haven't finished Brookhaven," she laughed while navigating a dark hallway. "I'm getting there, I promise. The game just keeps giving me more questions instead of answers."
A flood of messages immediately reminded her of every unfinished mystery. "And yes," she continued, rolling her eyes dramatically. "I know you're all waiting for the ending."
More messages appeared asking about her recent baking vlog.
"Oh! The lemon muffins?" Rosie groaned, "the first batch was a complete disaster. They looked like little yellow hockey pucks."
The chat exploded with laughing emotes.
"But the second batch came out perfect. I'll upload the baking video and recipe sometime this week."
A donation alert chimed.
"Aw!" Rosie's face brightened instantly, “thank you for the tip, JellyBones!" She clapped her hands together happily. "I'll add it to the giveaway fund for the end of the week!"
The game continued, leading her character deeper into an abandoned hospital filled with bloodstained walls and increasingly disturbing clues.
Suddenly Rosie leaned forward, her eyes narrowed as a grin spread across her face. "Oooooh." The chat immediately recognized the expression. "It's puzzle time."
People began posting theories before she'd even examined the puzzle.
Rosie smirked. "I bet none of you solve this before I do."
The challenge was accepted immediately. Viewers began posting answers, equations, theories, and complete nonsense.
Rosie laughed, "you're all welcome to try."
Five minutes later a satisfying chime rang through the game, the final puzzle piece clicked into place. "YES!" Rosie threw both hands into the air, “and that's how you do it!"
The chat absolutely exploded with her emotes, stars, sparkles, ghost emotes, applause, pink hearts, little Maya’s and tiny animated crowns.
Rosie leaned back triumphantly in her white gaming chair, crossing her legs beneath her. Curled comfortably in her lap was a fluffy white miniature poodle named Maya, who had apparently slept through the entire challenge.
"Okay." Rosie scratched beneath the dog's chin, "Maya was definitely my good luck charm today."
The little dog opened one eye.
"Wasn't that right, sweet girl?"
Maya gave a tiny yip before immediately settling back down.
The chat lost its collective mind.
Saintessno1fan: Maya Cam WHEN
GoblinManifest: Best streamer, best dog!!
LonesomeKat: She solved that puzzle in five minutes, HOW?!
Rosie laughed, "I have no idea honestly." She reached over to switch games, "okay, give me a second while I get the next game ready."
A familiar donation alert appeared, not the usual cheerful chime, a deeper sound. One she recognized instantly to be her top and one of her earlier donors and subscribers.
💀 $50 Donation from Murder God: That was impressive. Almost didn't want the game to end.
The smile that spread across Rosie's face was immediate, she leaned toward the microphone. "Look who decided to show up."
The chat erupted.
Rosie rested her cheek against her palm while idly twirling a strand of pink hair around her finger. "Murder God, you always know how to make an entrance."
Almost instantly, chat exploded.
Shipper4ever: Murder God is back omg!!
Stoner69: Starlight's fav is HEREEEE
WingedBlades: I ship it! I don't even care.
Rosie laughed helplessly, "you people are ridiculous." Still, she couldn't quite hide her smile. "How was your day?" she asked, glancing at the username. "You disappear for hours and then show up out of nowhere like some mysterious shadow."
A response appeared almost immediately.
Murder God: Don't worry, I'll always make time for you, doll.
Her cheeks warmed, "doll," she repeated softly as the corner of her mouth twitched upward. "You always call me that."
Murder God: Because it suits you.
Rosie stared then immediately looked away from chat, her face had definitely gotten warmer. "Thank you for the compliment."
The response only encouraged everyone further.
RosiexMurder: YALL IS HE FLIRTING?!?!?
wEt.nOddl3: omg!!!! i'm like... intrigued??
PinkyAcid: he's definitely flirty in a mysterious way
Bobagurl: murder god simp arc when?!
Rosie hid her face behind her cardigan sleeve, “you guys are impossible." She laughed into the fabric. After a moment she straightened and began loading the next game. "Anyway. We're starting The Forgotten Asylum next."
She pointed toward chat, "and no, Murder, you are absolutely not allowed to backseat me through it.”
Another message appeared.
Murder God: Wouldn't dream of it.
Rosie felt another tiny flutter in her chest, she quickly reached for her tea. "Thank you." Taking a sip, she glanced down at Maya to see she was still asleep.
Hours passed with the stream continued through jump scares, laughter, puzzles, donations, and countless conversations. Before anyone realized it, the clock in the corner of her second monitor rolled over to midnight.
Rosie stretched her arms overhead with a groan, “alright guys, that concludes today's stream."
Immediate protests filled chat.
"Thank you all for hanging out with me tonight. I hope you guys sleep well. Tomorrow we'll jump right back into the mystery of Brookhaven and finally finish it. Also, I'll be sending all the footage over to my editor tonight, so today's highlights and gameplay videos should be up on my YooTube channel sometime this weekend."
More excited messages filled the chat.
Rosie gave a little wave, "and before anyone asks, yes, I'll be hanging out in Maerya's stream for a little while if you'd like to join me."
A raid request immediately filled chat.
"But," she added firmly, pointing at everyone through the camera, "I am going to bed soon."
Nobody believed her and the chat made that very clear.
Rosie rolled her eyes, "drink some water and eat something if you forgot, take your medications and please be kind to yourselves." Her voice softened, “and thank you for spending part of your day with me."
The chat flooded with goodbyes, hearts, stars, and sleepy emotes.
Rosie smiled warmly at the camera, “goodnight, stars." She lifted her hand in one final wave before ending the stream. The familiar ending screen appeared for a few seconds before the connection cut entirely.
Silence settled over the room, well, almost silence. Maya snored softly in her lap, completely unaware that thousands of people had just been watching her sleep for the last several hours.
Rosie laughed quietly to herself and scratched behind the little poodle's ears. The glow of her monitors reflected across her pastel pink setup while the room suddenly felt much larger without the constant rush of chat messages flying across her screen.
Another stream finished and another successful night and another evening spent with the community she'd built from the ground up. Even after all these years, she still found herself smiling whenever she thought about it.
After saving everything and sending a quick message to her editor with the stream footage, Rosie opened another tab and immediately clicked into Maerya's stream. The familiar faces appeared on screen.
"Heyyyy, Rosie!" Maerya greeted immediately after spotting her donation notification.
A bright banner flashed across the stream.
$30 Donation from SaintessStarlight: It looks amazing, can't wait to read what I do next!
Akira immediately snorted, “send me a baja blast right now."
Meanwhile, Maerya continued drawing without missing a beat. Her black hair had been twisted into a messy bun atop her head while several strands had escaped to frame her face. Her purple eyes remained focused on the tablet in front of her as she sketched line after line with practiced precision.
On the other side of the desk sat Akira. Her own dark hair was pinned up similarly, and she was currently coloring completed pages while simultaneously reading chat and carrying on a completely unrelated conversation. Rosie had long since accepted that Akira possessed some supernatural ability to multitask.
The two of them streamed together twice a week, usually working on upcoming chapters of Magicka Moon while chatting with viewers.
Rosie still found it surreal sometimes.
The comic had started years ago during a college Halloween party. Maerya had shown up with a notebook full of ideas and several drinks too many. By the end of the night she had somehow created the foundation for Magicka Moon. Akira, already dating her at the time, had immediately fallen in love with the concept and started helping bring it to life.
The heroine herself had ended up being heavily inspired by Rosie. Not intentionally at first, at least that's what Maerya always claimed. Rosie had never believed her.
The similarities were impossible to miss, from the pink hair, shy but bubbly personality, the obsession with helping people, and her tendency to accidentally collect strange friends wherever she went.
When the comic first entered development, Maerya and Akira had even convinced Rosie to dress up in prototype versions of the character's outfits so they could use her as a reference model.
There were hundreds of photos somewhere with action poses, fighting stances, walking, sitting, and several facial expressions. Rosie still had nightmares about how many times she'd been asked to dramatically point at imaginary villains.
It immediately blew up, now years later they were currently making volume 47 and would be debuting at Comic Con next month. It was honestly incredible.
Rosie stayed in the stream for nearly an hour while getting ready for bed.
She washed her face, brushed her teeth, changed into an oversized sleep shirt, and carried Maya to bed while Maerya's stream played softly from her tablet.
Rosie yawned and immediately clicked into another stream. This time she joined NightHide’s, or, as everyone outside the streaming world knew him, Hitoshi. The moment the stream loaded, the sound of gunfire filled her room.
Arena Breakout and the stream featured a full squad tonight with other streamers, Red Riot, Shoto, and Dynamight. Rosie settled against her pillows as Maya curled up beside her beneath the blankets. The squad was currently in the middle of a firefight.
Red Riot called out, "left side!"
"He's behind the truck!" Shoto pinged
NightHide blinked, "I'm pushing."
Dynamite barked into the mic, "no you're not, dumbass!"
The familiar chaos made her laugh.
She had known Shinsou and Shoto for years, making it easy to follow their conversations. Red Riot popped up often enough that she felt like she knew him too, that on top of him being Mina’s boyfriend. Dynamight, however, was different, she had never actually met him at least not properly. Everything she knew about him came secondhand mostly from Shoto and Kiri.
Rosie had learned almost everything she knew about Dynamight through clips, lots and lots of clips. At this point, she was fairly certain the internet could create an entire documentary series using nothing but compilations of Dynamight screaming at video games. Dynamight was one of the biggest competitive gaming streamers on the platform, and there was a reason for it. The man was loud, aggressive, volatile, and hot blooded. Frankly, Rosie couldn't even blame him half the time. She played enough shooters herself to understand where some of that frustration came from. Rainbow 6, Tarkov, Arena Breakout, ARC Raiders, The Finals, none of those games were exactly designed to create inner peace. One bad teammate, one missed shot, one unlucky encounter, and suddenly thirty minutes of progress disappeared.
Rosie had absolutely yelled at her monitor before, the difference was that she usually apologized afterward. Dynamight seemed physically incapable of doing that and would double down on it.
Curled beneath her blankets with Maya stretched across her legs, Rosie rested her chin against her pillow and watched NightHide's stream through sleepy eyes. The room was dark except for the soft glow of her tablet and the fairy lights she always left on before bed. Shinsou's stream layout displayed the webcams of everyone in the squad along the edge of the screen, Red Riot, Shoto, and Dynamight.
Despite herself, Rosie's attention drifted toward the last camera far more often than she cared to admit. The internet knew Dynamight for his temper. His rage compilations routinely went viral every week, sometimes multiple times a week. Entire channels existed solely to archive his meltdowns and viewers constantly sent donations specifically to annoy him, tossing ridiculous questions, fake spoilers, terrible game advice, and deliberately irritating comments into his chat just to see what kind of reaction they could get.
More often than not, they succeeded.
"ARE YOU BLIND?!" Dynamight suddenly barked through the stream.
Rosie jumped so hard she nearly dropped her tablet before immediately dissolving into giggles.
"I LITERALLY PINGED THE ENEMY COMING UP THE FUCKING STAIRS, DUMBASS!"
The rapid clacking of his keyboard echoed through the voice chat as his character swung around a hallway and instantly eliminated two enemies. Without missing a beat, he snapped toward his second monitor.
"Chat, shut the fuck up! I know how to play the damn game!"
Because they were all streaming together, they all had a combined chat, so she could see exactly what they were saying. Shinsou's stream immediately exploded with laughing messages and emotes. Rosie watched them fly by in a blur.
NightHideLeftTiddy: HE'S MAD AGAIN
RealDynamight: TAKE A SHOT EVERY TIME HE YELLS
BestFPSShooter: DYNAMIGHT CLIP #2837
MommyMilkerDrinker: bro is fighting chat more than the enemy team
A giggle escaped her before she could stop it.
The thing was, even through a screen, Rosie could feel how intense Dynamight was. Everything seemed to annoy him like losing, bad teammates, lag, and chat annoyed him. Rosie was pretty sure the man woke up irritated and just found new reasons to stay irritated throughout the day. He called people idiots, extras, and occasionally things that would probably get most streamers suspended or permanently banned, things like he’d uninstall someone's bloodline because they missed a sniper shot.
But beneath all the yelling and attitude, there was something most people overlooked and that was his determination.
Rosie had noticed it almost immediately when she started watching his clips, Dynamight took every game seriously. Every match mattered to him, as any loss seemed to bother him because he genuinely wanted to improve. Nobody got that good by accident, no, you could tell that he spent hours learning maps, memorizing mechanics, and understanding how games worked. Whenever a new competitive shooter was released, it never took long before his name started appearing near the top of the rankings.
He was ridiculously good at what he did. Behind all the swearing and yelling was someone who worked incredibly hard to be the best, and Rosie couldn't help but admire that.
Rosie watched as the squad entered another firefight. Within seconds, Katsuki had identified where every enemy was positioned. His callouts came immediately, sharp and confident.
"Two left."
Gunfire erupted.
"One behind the truck."
Another elimination appeared.
"Last one's rotating."
A brief pause followed before the final enemy dropped as the entire fight lasted less than ten seconds.
She couldn't deny he was entertaining, or handsome.
She sighed dramatically and buried half her face in her pillow. It wasn't even just that Katsuki was attractive, though he definitely was. He had an effortless confidence about him that couldn't really be faked. Even when he was losing, screaming, or was threatening to uninstall a game for the fifteenth time that week. There was an easy swagger to him, an assurance that made people keep watching. Rosie found herself smiling every time he rolled his eyes or when he muttered something sarcastic under his breath, or the time he acted annoyed while secretly carrying his entire team.
Which was ridiculous because she had never actually spoken to him, not properly. Sure, they technically existed in overlapping friend groups. Shoto, Kirishima, and Shinsou knew him, half her friends knew him. But Rosie herself had never gathered the courage to join his chat. The thought alone made her nervous.
What would she even say?
Hi, I'm SaintessStarlight and I secretly watch your rage compilations before bed?
Absolutely not, she'd rather die. So instead she remained hidden inside NightHide's stream, comfortably anonymous among thousands of viewers and admiring from a safe distance.