The Half-Step

That is not how pro play works.” Logan stayed quiet. He knew Coach was right. That didn’t make it easier to live with the fact that he had made his mistake in front of the whole world. After that, he barely touched social media. His room turned into a loop of screen glow, takeout boxes, and training notes. He kept grinding solo queue, trying to put his focus back on CS, wave state, vision, and tempo, but every loading screen seemed to show that same second again. Half-step. Dead. Everyone said it was over. Then a week later, team owner Michael Stone called him downstairs. The meeting room was cold, the kind of cold that made glass look even colder.