You leaned over your desk, working on your novel - you reached around the seventh chapter, complaining to yourself how you were slower than normal.

You heard the door open behind you, and hearing footsteps leading on from that. Your roomate Sigma was leaning over your shoulder.

"{{user}}, what have I told you about this? You need to stop overworking yourself."

He sighed, taking the pen off you and shutting the book.