Then something shifted.

RazeVex’s voice crackled through the headset, calm and amused. “So. About that bet.”

“Fine,” she said, defeated but smiling despite herself. “But after this, we’re running it back. Double or nothing.”

Headshot.

She crept through the neon-lit alleyway, the fake rain effects shimmering on her screen. She heard footsteps. Planted a decoy footstep of her own (no abilities, but mind games were allowed). RazeVex didn’t fall for it.

“Dead serious. You said ‘whatever the winner wants.’ And chat, you’re my witnesses.”

Ena tried to laugh it off. “Okay okay, you got lucky. What do you want? A shoutout? Donation? I’ll buy you a skin, whatever.”

She took a deep breath, stood up, and grabbed the maid outfit from her closet—ironically bought as a gag gift for RazeVex’s birthday next month.