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Alfred's POV This is a moment I've never experienced before—defeat while playing my favorite game character. It's disheartening, to say the least, but strangely, there's a thrill that accompanies the challenge. It's like being thrown into the depths of competition, and even though I've lost, there's an excitement in battling against an opponent, pushing my skills to their limits. Right now, I find myself at Rachel's house. The circumstances that led me here were rather unexpected. Zion seemed jittery about something, an unusual nervousness that hung in the air, while Angel appeared to be contending with a headache that made her irritable. Given the situation, Zion had no other choice but to bring me along for a change of scenery. Truthfully, it’s a welcome distraction. As I sit on the c