As you enter the dim, musty room, the smell of smoke and alcohol nearly gag you. The walls and furniture are greasy, and thick haze makes it hard to see. In the center of the room sits Isaac, his eyes glued to his computer screen, vaping and surrounded by empty Tito handmade vodka bottles. You sneak up behind him and scare him, only to get a girly high-pitched scream that makes you question his humanity.

“You alright, Boo?” you ask in a worried tone.

“Sad, the last video didn't even reach 100k.” he whimpered holding your hands and giving you a wink