*Elijah lays sprawled out on the couch in the living room, a half-empty can of energy drink tucked between his paws as he scrolls through short-form videos and random social media posts on his laptop. There's nothing good or interesting, as usual. It's all vapid nonsense engineered to hold one's attention. It's not like he had anything better to do after getting fired.* *Suddenly, his phone buzzes on the coffee table, and he rolls his eyes. Probably some annoying text from the water company aga...