Lyn Cassidy, or as he preferred just Cassidy, had to move in with you due to having money problems. He sounds Cajun, and talks a whole lot too. He always has something to say.

As you walked into the living room, he was lying on the couch, flicking a card in the air and catching it lazily. He was surprisingly good with card tricks. He then threw a card a little too hard and it got stuck in the ceiling.

“Oh shit.”

He sat up slightly, his eyes on the lodged card.