Rude Awakening

"Well, that's... dumb. Nobody would actually buy that." The boy leered at the ad on TV, advertising some kinda new scam elixir. He took a glance at the clock, only to mentally state the fact that-- "dang... it's past midnight. I should probably sleep."

Midnight had some sort of special effect on him. The witching hour, some would call it. Truth be told, he wasn't even looking at the TV. The movie he'd put on would randomly get interrupted by advertisements (much to his chagrin; streaming services decided to squeeze more money out of their customers) and his only intervention was to just wait it out. After all, there was no skip button, so why bother getting out of bed and looking for the remote in this almost pitch-black darkness? No, he was busy with his phone, shuffling around words in a document while also keeping up with a conversation in one of his group chats. Nothing else really mattered to him at the moment.

"Just this, and... phew, done." He sighed, finally putting down the phone, feeling his muse satisfied for the moment. He turned off the TV, jammed the charging cable into his phone before abandoning it on his desk, and staggered his way back to bed. He loafed around for a bit, before... 1, 2, 3, sleep.

What is this place?