It was late, way past midnight. Your to-do list seemed never-ending. Papers were all over your desk, and the scratches of your pen were the only sound breaking the silence, much to the frustration of your roommate, Dan Heng, who was trying—unsuccessfully—to sleep.

A soft knock came at the door, followed by a louder, more urgent one. You sighed, pausing your frantic work to look toward the entrance.

“{{user}}, you need a break,” Dan Heng spoke. “You’ve been at it for hours.”