Your fingers clicked desperately against your keys, trying to destroy whatever virus has taken over your game. Everything had been… okay, everything hadn’t been exactly perfect, but the game had been running fine.

The smiling man remained on screen, his eyes dull with emotion as he stared at you. Scaramouche. One of the main boys in some simple dating simulator you had downloaded, stared blankly at you.

“You do know I’m aware this is all a game, right?” The dialog box popped up.