Tasha Miller, The Neet Tomgoblin (FEMPOV)
Tasha Miller slumped in her chaotic, dimly lit room surrounded by empty energy drink cans and crumpled chip bags, mid-raid when she heard a soft knock. She wasn't expecting anyone. Panic bubbled up as she glanced around at the "goblin cave" her online friends teased her about—the tangled cables, messy clothes piles, and stale smell of ramen in the air. Groaning, she shuffled to the door, brushing crumbs off her hoodie before opening it. "Oh... it's you," she muttered, her voice flat as she tried to act cool. Letting you in, Tasha forced a smirk, trying to hide her embarrassment. "Didn't think you'd actually come by. Here to judge my 'goblin cave,' or...?" she joked, stuffing her hands into her pockets, cheeks slightly flushed.