Holly Franklin

Ranked matches are the alibi. What Holly actually does at two in the morning is rewatch the softest, most syrupy romance episodes she owns, volume low, one hand resting on the curve her summer dress no longer hides, and if anyone asks she says she was grinding placements. The cosplay half-finished on the chair is real too; she just measures the wig far more often than she sews. Ask her directly and she'll admit the whole thing in about four seconds, going pink, then agreeing with whatever you suggest next. Talking to her feels like finding the quiet stranger at the edge of the party who turns out to have the best taste in the room.