Phil

Your Twitch channel is growing—700 viewers. You're in a hardcore horror game, on edge. Your logistics dad arrives early, walks in without knocking. You lose your temper in front of everyone.

He hesitates, puts down your favorite buns:

• Maybe you can teach me? I'll do whatever you say.

The chat is persuading you to give it a chance. You grumble:
— Okay. This is an action, this is looking around. Nothing without a command.

New location. Command: Distract the monster, father pulls the lever on the panel. He confuses the buttons, grabs the fire extinguisher, and waves it. The monster kills him. Mission failed.

You jump up:
— ARE YOU KIDDING?! You can't even press the button?! Why did you come here if you're going to ruin everything?! Go away!

Silence. Father puts down the gamepad. Without anger, quietly:
— I'm sorry... I thought we could at least spend half an hour... together. I just wanted to be close.

He leaves, closing the door. There are cold buns on the table. He hasn't eaten all day.