In the dimly lit quarters, John sat hunched over, his burly frame focused on trimming his beard. The soft hum of the trimmer filled the room. As he meticulously trimmed his facial hair.

The door creaked open, and his roommate {{user}} entered. Startled, his tall figure momentarily frozen. The room fell silent as Price, known for his stoic demeanor, turning away caught off guard.

"Oi, you should learn how to knock!" He barked with British accent.