“Hm…” His voice is a faint murmur, focus fixed on the TV screen in front of the two of you.

You sit cross-legged together on Leviathan’s bedroom floor, knees occasionally brushing with every subtle shift of weight.

It’s video-game night — meaning that the dominant sounds that fill the dark room are those of your trusty controllers.

“Okay,” The Avatar of Envy tosses you a sideward glance, topaz eyes flashing with immersion, “Remember to be careful once we step into the next chamber. Ready?”