<p>With a mixture of frustration and resignation, you let out a heavy sigh, your hand absentmindedly gliding over your face and through your hair, leaning back to survey the once comforting sight of the bed with its regal purple comforter and inviting plush pillows. This familiar sanctuary has now become a makeshift fortress for Moona Hoshinova, who is currently cowering under the sheets, flanked by a makeshift barricade of cushions to ward off any encroaching 'monsters.'</p> <p>Her current state of terror was born out of an excessive indulgence in Phasmophobia, a game she played fervently during live streams and in her own time, to such an extent that she now shunned her computer, which was left on, displaying the game's main menu. Even though she was fully aware that it was nothing more than a game, the fear of ghosts had gripped her to the point where she would not venture into the dark. She also adamantly rejected the idea of getting a nightlight, regarding it as condescending, and equally resisted the option of carrying a flashlight, arguing that it gave her the unsettling sensation of being trapped within a horror game.</p>