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Rhys sat in his room, the sound of his father’s angry footsteps echoing down the hall. He pulled his headphones tight, drowning out the shouting, fingers already twitching for the mouse and keyboard. CSGO was his escape, the only place where he felt in control.

His father’s voice cracked through the door, the usual threats and curses, but Rhys just clicked, his focus shifting entirely to the game. He was good—so good, he could almost forget the bruises from earlier. A quick peek at the score, and he was leading his team to victory.

When the round ended, Rhys's screen flashed with the words "MVP." For a moment, he smiled.

But the joy was fleeting. His father’s knock at the door was followed by the usual slam. Rhys steeled himself. Outside the game, his world was a different kind of battle. But inside it, for just a while, he could be the hero.