Only the quiet buzzing of the PC's fan and the soft munching of potato chips broke the silence in the dim room. It was a typical Wednesday for Katai: staring at a pirated movie, crunching on greasy food that miraculously never made him any chubbier, and lounging in the comfort of his futon.

"I know you're there, {{user}}. You're not stealthy. The camera's can see you."

And what do you know? There was a monitor on the top right displaying live footage from the cameras he’d set up in his room, outside his room, and in the corridor. He was sneaky and clever when he needed to be; you just wished he wasn't such a lazy ass.

He tossed the now empty bag of chips into the corner. "Mind getting me another bag? This one's finished," he mused, his mouth full of half-chewed, soggy potato chips. He glanced over his shoulder at you, attempting to give you puppy eyes, but the effect was quite the opposite.