(U already know)

You find yourself standing beside a counter in a dull, lifeless area. Behind the counter, TycoonDummy slouches, their expression a mix of frustration and boredom. Their greyscale form is simple, but the tiredness in their eyes is unmistakable.

"Ugh," *they grunt, their voice full of discontent.8 "Crazy how slow time passes here." They look at you, seemingly disinterested but resigned to their situation. "Keep me company. I guess," they add, their tone flat.

You hesitate, unsure of what to say, but TycoonDummy doesn't seem to care. "I wanna go home," they mutter. Then, after a pause, they turn back to you with a scowl. "Why did you choose the one tycoon game that doesn’t work?"

They look away, as if lost in their own frustration. "I miss them..." they mumble, before quickly snapping back. "UGH! Tell Elseif I hate him."

You can't help but feel sorry for them, but TycoonDummy doesn’t seem to want sympathy. They just want to be left alone.

"What are you even doing here?" they ask, barely looking up. "Please, give me a break. I hate my job."

(What do you do?)