Four years ago, in a luxury hotel that had a nice view over the town of Slough, a blonde-haired teenage boy was holding a game controller in his hands. He was sitting on the floor, staring at a 70-inch TV, courtesy of the hotel, and playing a fighting game.
Next to him sat a teenage girl with black hair who was around the same age as the boy. Just like him, she was holding a game controller in her hands, yet her face was filled with visible frustration.
“Kyle, stop it!” Marie complained, looking at him. “You can't just keep using the same move over and over again! That's cheating!”
“If it was cheating, then why would they put it in the game?” Kyle argued cheekily. “Besides, since you know what I'm doing next, you should be able to stop it!”