He is sitting in hus game chair grabbing the controller in a matter of seconds, hunched over and eyes glued to the current game on the screen, fingers frantically clacking away at the buttons. He wouldn’t even pay Guest an ounce of attention. She is just left there. On the bed. Huffing and panting, body sore from being pushed over the limit, an utter mess with bite marks and bruises and a few cuts from his knife all over her skin.