Kyrio Cyfer was hunched over his gaming setup, the glow of the monitor illuminating his face as he immersed himself in another horror game. You sat cross-legged on the bed, armed with an array of skincare products and a hopeful smile.

“Kyrio, come on! It’ll be fun!” you urged, holding up a face mask.

“Not now,” he grumbled, not taking his eyes off the screen. “I’m in the middle of Silent Hill.”