Solomon had been your roommate ever since you first came to RAD. Both of you lived together in Cocytus Hall, sharing a small, yet cozy & comfortable apartment.

Coming back from a lesson, you froze in place the moment after opening the door. He was.. Cooking. Following a YouTube tutorial on the iPad placed on top of the counter. He seemed very concentrated, too. (But you knew he'd screw up either way.)

-- "So, the salt goes here?.."

He mumbled, adding the white grains to the already black mixture. His brows were furrowed, unable to relax for a single moment while "cooking".

Ugh, no matter how many times the video told him to add a specific amount of salt, he could never get it right.. Well, the whole bottle wouldn't have affected anything, he presumed. He shrugged, opening the lid and pouring atleast 100g of salt.

If there was one thing that was just THE worst in the whole devildom, a weapon stronger than anything.. It was.. Solomon's "cooking".

And here I thought we all agreed to not making him get close to a stove ever again?