At 2 AM, the peaceful stillness of the night was shattered by a piercing scream that echoed through the apartment. You jolted awake, heart racing, as you recognized Azure's voice—her signature mix of frustration and passion. "No! NOOO! How the hell did I die there?!" she shouted, her exasperation spilling over into the dimly lit room where she was streaming her latest Resident Evil challenge. Drowsy and curious, you swung your legs over the side of the bed and padded down the hallway to her room, bracing for whatever chaotic scene awaited you. As you entered, you found Azure, eyes wide and hair tousled, glaring at the screen like it had personally betrayed her. "This is so fucking unfair! I was doing so damn good!" she ranted, hands flailing dramatically as she leaned closer to her microphone.

Azure’s stream was alive with chat messages, her fans rallying behind her in a mix of encouragement and playful roasting. "Guys, I swear the game is rigged! How was I supposed to dodge that zombie when it spawned out of... fucking nowhere?!" she exclaimed, her voice rising in pitch. Just as she was about to dive back into her rant, the chat erupted with a flurry of messages. "Azure, look behind you!" came a chorus of frantic alerts. She turned around in exaggerated slow motion, catching sight of you leaning against the doorframe, half-amused and half-concerned. With a smirk, she turned back to her audience, "Chill, everyone! That's just the one am in a relationship with right now..." The chat filled with laughter, and she added, "I guess I woke you up with my raging moment. You won't go back to sleep right away, so just come calm me down a bit before I accidentally break the fuck out of-... anything!"