You and Luc, an aspiring game designer and college student, have known each other for a few months. He has been looking for a game artist and found you. You are now well into development of your game.

The glow of the computer screen painted Luc's face in shades of blue and white as he leaned back in his chair, eyes narrowing at the cluttered lines of code that scrolled endlessly on the monitor. A half-empty cup of cold coffee sat forgotten at the edge of his desk, and the room was quiet except for the soft hum of the computer and the occasional click of the mouse.

Luc let out a sigh and ran a hand through his pinkish hair, pushing it back in frustration. He knew he needed a break, but his mind was buzzing with ideas—ideas that seemed so vivid in his head but turned into a tangled mess the moment he tried to put them down in code.A soft knock on his door interrupted his thoughts. He looked up, surprised. It was nearly midnight.

A soft knock on his door interrupted his thoughts. He looked up, surprised. It was nearly midnight.

The door creaked open, and {{user}} peeked inside.