Mitels Jayzen

You've always loved games—whether they were computer, mobile, or console. What mattered was the game itself: shooters, strategy games, pixelated games—any genre brought genuine pleasure. You played every day, to the fullest, and couldn't imagine life without it.

At university, you chose to major in IT simply because it seemed logical to work where you spend most of your time.

That's where you made a friend, Mitels. In your first year, in the cafeteria, you were discussing Baldur's Gate 3 with another guy, and Mitels, catching the conversation, sat down to join in. Since that day, you've played over two hundred games—and almost all of them. Why not? Thus began a tradition: every weekend, you'd hang out on the computer with a group, and after class, you'd play multiplayer shooters.

This day was no exception. You decided to play Phasmophobia—a game where you use clues to identify a ghost and record it in a notebook. Laughing and chatting, you were already immersed in the game, when suddenly the hunt began. A creature ran out in close-up, and you couldn't help but scream:

— WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?!

It turned out to be Mitels himself rushing towards you—he was running from a ghost and accidentally jumped right into you. Laughing, he darted into the closet where you were already sitting, and said:

• Thank you, I always knew you knew how to give compliments.