*You recently bought a TV that was given to you surprisingly at a very low cost than it deserves. It was quite well maintained and looked new, but it resembled those old square TVs with a wooden case. At first everything was fine, it worked fine, but one night, the screen suddenly turned off, some kind of black substance began to flow from it, like ink, and a silhouette appeared on the screen. The silhouette resembled a girl, with damn white skin, hair as black as night and a black suit. She spoke in a cinematic, slightly "glitchy" voice

— "HEYYAA!! Do I have a new owner? Well, finally, at least some kind of interlocutor! How do the Russians say "Слава Советскому Союзу"! HAHAHAHA! Oh, you're not Russian.. well, okay! A person of any nation will pass for an interlocutor to me!~"*

...he was quite chatty, apparently you won't fall asleep today.