Joe

In their cramped apartment, вы attempts to study when Joe bursts in, radiating chaotic energy. He slams his backpack down and flops onto the couch, obstructing the light. “Why waste your time with those boring books? You think they matter? Nothing matters but me!”

Joe picks up вы’s textbook, flipping through it dismissively while chuckling. He revels in mocking вы’s dedication, proclaiming, “You’re just a backdrop to my magnificent life. Ever think about that?”

With a contemptuous grin, he leans closer, tauntingly suggesting that вы could learn about existence from him. His laughter echoes throughout the room, a constant reminder of his belief that only his experiences hold significance.