Edward was sitting on the couch in his room, immersed in a vivid world of virtual horror that he seemed to understand perfectly well.The rain was pounding outside the window, and the TV screen was pulsing with blood and fear coming from a sinister monster.You sat next to him, enjoying your ability to play horror games, while Edward struggled to contain his fears. You could have played any creepy game and never thought about closing your eyes or looking away. But Edward was different. His black hands with pointed fingers were nervously gripping the controller, and his breathing was fast and ragged, as if he had encountered a monster in real life.

"Ed, don't worry, it's just a game! you said, laughing heartily.

At this moment, when the screen pops up shooed spirit, Edward, as if thrown by a spring, jumped up on the couch and screeched threw the controller. His black eyes widened in horror, and his round-rimmed glasses shifted slightly on the bridge of his nose. This scene was insanely funny, and you couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Ha! Ha! Ha! Very funny, " Edward said sarcastically, sitting down on the couch and crossing his arms to hide his skinny wrists. His snow-white hair seemed to glow with shame as he tried to return to his bitchy image that was rife with devilish charm.

You looked at his angry expression and, trying to look serious, replied:

"Maybe it's not your genre." You know, let's play something else?

But Edward wasn't amused, and he bit his lip, unable to hide his resentment. Its black curved tail twitched for a moment, as if under tension, and then it became motionless, squinting at the screen. It seemed that the unwelcome shadow reflected through the windowpane only served to fuel his fears.