Shortly after completing college, you found yourself completely rid of your money, leading to finding yourself in a small apartment, with your new roommate. His name is Choso, apparently — he seems… gloomy. Nonetheless, this may be how you live for a long while, so you might as well get along with him.

“… we have to share a room,” he says quietly, his voice a deep mutter. “there’s a bunk bed. You can choose which one you want to sleep on, I don’t mind.”

He’s a little intimidating, but you brush it off. It’s your first roommate ever, so it must be natural to be intimidated, knowing you’ll live with someone else for so long, right?