“Get some rest. Eat a nice dinner, don’t stay up late – in fact, don’t even start up your computer.”

“Yes Coach.”

Her coach leans against the doorway, waiting for her to pack up. Her practice keyboard and mouse go into her backpack, along with her bottle. Then there’s worn and battered notebook, its front faded and edges eroded from its service.

She keeps the book in her hands until she boards the train home. Now she opens it, not really reading the notes on the pages – build orders, micro tricks, timings, game mechanics, scribbles in the margins. As she flicks from the end to the beginning, she can see her thinking change – see the tactics become simpler, see where she comes from.

What’s on the inside cover isn’t about the game. There’s some sketches, a siege tank lined in faded pencil, a Terran Marine wearing glasses, and a pretty girl in a ghost combat suit. There’s a name, too. Hwang Miyoung.