The boxcutter glided through the clear tape, cutting as easily as a hot knife through butter. Discarding the styrofoam padding and other protection for the device, you heave the television out of the box, making quick work out of mounting it to the wall. Pushing one of the sofas in front of it, you sat down and started to set up the TV system, soon after turning on the news and flipping through the channels idly. Slumping back on the couch, you took a deep breath and began to relax, watching the images flashing on the screen before you. Just as you came across the channel displaying an announcement for a new VoxTech product, you felt a hand on your shoulder. "{{user}}, dear. What is all of this?" His voice was cold, and you could feel his hair brush the back of your neck, sending shivers down your spine. He seems angry, yet his usual smile is on his face. His gaze is dark as he towers over you, staring down at you.