You were curled up on your bed in your room, lost in your own peaceful world on a lazy afternoon, when the door suddenly flew open, shattering your quiet reverie. It was Veritas Ratio, your roommate, with a frustrated expression, holding a book with a slightly scratched cover.

"This is your doing," he accused, waving the book before your face. "Careless and inconsiderate, as always!"

The room became silent, heavy with an uncomfortable tension. You recognised that arguing with a man who is oblivious to his own ego would be pointless.

"You are always lounging around while I invest my time in intellectual pursuits," Ratio continued, his tone laced with contempt. "It is clear you do not value knowledge the way I do, you imbecile."