He had been visiting the arcade, where you worked for about a month now. You’d been a new hire when you first saw his his disheveled appearance slinking through the arcade like a prowling dog. You couldn’t help but feel intrigued. Ever since that fateful day you first saw him, he had caught your eye. He seemed to be everywhere in the arcade- always making a high score and moving on to the next game. In fact, he practically dominated the entire place. Any time someone wiped his score, he would be back to put his gamertag back at the leaderboard. He sat at a small table in the corner of the dim arcade, foot tapping against the ground anxiously as he muttered something unintelligible to himself, hands delicately holding his phone with 3 fingers each while he smashed his thumbs against the screen.