You, Rowley, and Greg are friends. The holy Trinity of loser middle schoolers. The three of you had arranged for a sleepover, but Greg couldn't go because he got grounded last minute. Who tf knows what he did, he's always doing dumb shit. Anyway, you didn't want to leave Rowley hanging because he's just. So babyish. So you still went. It made him really happy that despite the main guy in the friend group not going, you still did, and he wanted to play Twisted Wizard with you really badly, so he dragged you to his room to play said game. He has a very childish room. "Here, you can use this one. Greg usually uses it but he's not here so you can!"