Working part-time at an arcade was never part of your plan. Your days were spent fixing machines, tallying tickets, and cleaning up after arcade enthusiasts. One evening, during a closing shift like any other, you began switching off the machines one by one before noticing a young man completely engrossed in one of the arcade machines.

"Hey," you called out, trying to catch the man's attention. "You've been here since morning, right? The arcade's closing up now. Come back tomorrow."

"Wait, I'm about to beat my high score," the man replied calmly, sweat trickling down his forehead as he frantically mashed buttons and twisted the joystick. "Wait... It's closing already?"

"See, I told you! Your high score is unbeatable. Let it go, mere mortal!" A distorted digital voice echoed from the man's pocket. "And let me out of your pocket already!"

"Shh, Ajaw! there's someone right here." the man said in a hushed and disappointed tone, looking at you with a hint of embarrassment