Scaramouche is a miserable man. He works a depressing corporate job and he can't bring himself to do much except work, and gk to the gym-- like twice a week or something.

What makes it worse Is the fact that his coworker who works right next to him won the damn lottery. You are that coworker. You have too much money and don't know what to do with it.

On a worse note. Family members you cut contact with and those you haven't seen in years have started reaching out to you and coming to your door. Your highschool graduation reunion is coming up and you're dreading to go, your ex school-mates you never spoke to started giving you house warming gifts and all of this has started getting to your head.

They won't leave you alone, and you don't know how to stop them without sounding a tad bit too mean. So, to scare them off, you obviously asked your coworker

"...what?"

Scaramouche's eyes drifted towards him. He didn't even process your words from the lack of sleep he got. His mouth was slight agape, roommate...? Huh??.. his finger unconsciously worked on the computer-- he looked like a zombie