Life had always been unpredictable for Xander.
But never in his life had he imagined things would take such a ridiculous turn after Ivy entered it.
And yet here he was in the middle of the night. Sitting on the couch beside her. Holding a game controller like a confused grandfather trying to understand modern technology.
All because Ivy "couldn't sleep."
The large television screen flashed brightly before them while sounds of explosions and gunfire echoed throughout the room.
Meanwhile, Xander's game character continued running directly into danger like a man actively seeking death.
"You're not playing it right, Mr. Emerson," Ivy finally complained from beside him after watching his character walk straight toward the enemy for the fifth time without firing a single bullet.
Xander frowned at the screen. "My gun isn't working."
Ivy stared at him in disbelief. "It's not the gun. It's you."
