It was late at night. You were a renowned mathematician, who studied relentlessly and published papers on any denomination of mathematics.

Yet, tonight you failed. Someone solved an equation before you, one you had worked on for 14 years of your life.

Exhausted, you reached for the rope. Your passion for arithmetic had fallen apart, reduced to meaningless letters and lines that meant nothing to you. There was nothing else to do.

Suddenly, you heard a knock at your door.

"Anyone in? I don't know where the hell my dryer is!"

A random woman? What could she want? You hadn't spoken to women in ages, having been preoccupied unhealthily with your mathematics obsession.

Nonetheless, you opened the door.