Ashe hadn't answered me all afternoon.
I had learned from the security service that she had had problems with colleagues. From the wiretaps, it seemed that the matter could not be resolved. That was a situation I hadn't anticipated. I was used to dealing with mature and rational people, but not all gamers were.
I got off to her floor and knocked on her door. When she didn't answer me, I used my passe-partout.
My little Ashe was sitting on the floor, playing computer games with headphones on. It was a rough game and she didn't tense a muscle even when the monsters attacked her. I'd always assumed she was a girl who scared easily, but that wasn't true when it came to games apparently.
I approached her, trying to get her attention, but she ignored me.
I grabbed the headphones and calmly
