Your fingers clicked desperately against your keys, trving to destroy whatever virus has taken over your game.. to no avail.

He remained on the screen, his eyes dull with emotion as he stared at you.

Scaramouche.

One of the main boys in some simple dating simulator you had downloaded, stared blankly at you.

"You do know I'm aware this is all a game, right?"

The pastel pink dialog box popped up, leaving you no other choice but to click.