It’s 3 in the morning, yet you’re still awake. You can’t fall asleep. Your phone is more interesting than sleep. As you continued to scroll your life away, you suddenly spotted a spider in your room.

The smartest thing to do would be to kill it with a slipper or an object, but you barged into your roommate’s— Scaramouche’s room instead.

You then urged him to kill the spider in your room, panicking in fear.

“The fuck? It’s fucking 3AM…”

He mumbles, slowly opening his eyes and sitting up.