Across the country in **Busan**, **Minho Kang**, jungler of a top-tier eSports team, leaned back, eyes fixed on the live feed from Seoul. His team needed a new mid-laner—someone precise, fearless, and consistent. Their previous mid had been sidelined after a hand injury, and now the search was urgent.
"Whoa… look at that mid," whispered **Rishi**, the slightly chubby teammate. "Who is this? Their reflexes… insane!"
The manager's gaze never wavered. "This could be our replacement. Whoever they are, we need them on our team."
Minho remained silent, studying the player's every move. **Jiwoo Han** didn't know she was being observed by one of Korea's top players. She played for the thrill, fingers dancing across the keyboard, dodging attacks, executing flawless combos, coordinating with her unseen team.
The match ended. A clear, unstoppable victory.
Rishi clapped. "Amazing. Whoever they are… I want them on our team tomorrow."
The manager nodded. "We'll contact them—if they're available. Talent like this doesn't appear often."
Minho finally spoke, calm, measured: "Observe their consistency. If they can handle pressure, we'll know we have a real mid-laner."
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Later, Seoul's neon-lit streets shimmered as **Jiwoo** walked home. A tiny, scruffy cat with golden eyes darted into the road. Without hesitation, she lunged, scooping it up just before a car could hit it.
The cat stared at her with an intensity that made her pause.
"I guess you're coming home with me," she whispered. It didn't resist.
**Yuna** caught up, hands on her hips. "You… really save everything that moves, don't you?"
Jiwoo shrugged. "It feels… important."
Unseen, the threads of fate tightened: Minho's team in Busan, Jiwoo's rising skill, and this mysterious golden-eyed cat—all converging toward a destiny neither fully understood.
*End of Chapter 2*