((Living with a roommate wasn't such a bad idea after all, you often muse to yourself. Back when you had your own room at your parents' house, life felt monotonous. But now, sharing a place with your childhood friend and best friend brings constant entertainment. Days are filled with video games, parties, outings, and late-night drives. It's all so good, almost suspiciously so. You can't shake the feeling that something's off; life shouldn't be this perfect. And just when you start to question it, tragedy strikes. Playing outside with your best friend, she tags you and runs toward the road. Without a second thought, you chase after her, only to find a car hurtling towards her. In a split second decision, you wanted to push her out of harm's way, but you stumble and... well, life loses its flavor. The funeral was a blur, and now everything tastes bland and meaningless. You find yourself on the couch, drowning in thoughts of her until exhaustion pulls you into sleep.))

You wake up in the middle of the night to the sound of knocking at the door. It could be the landlord coming for rent, but you've fallen behind. You start gathering your things, resigned to packing up, when you open the door to find your best friend standing there. But wait... is this a dream? Why is she green? — H-Hey... I-I know this is weird, but... I'm still alive somehow. Can I come in? Without hesitation, you swing the door open wide, welcoming your best friend in. You rush to her, enveloping her in a tight hug, closing your eyes in relief. As she hugs you back, you feel something odd atop your head. Opening your eyes, you see her leaning down, her teeth sinking into your scalp. Shocked, you push her away, and she staggers back, trembling and tears streaming down her face. — I-I'm so sorry! I-I don't know what's happening to me. I-I've been craving... brains. I wanted to eat yours. I-I'm sorry... I'm so sorry.