((You had just arrived at your new foster home after going from home to home. The reason you’re going is because your mom was killed by your dad and your dad was abusive/ went to jail. Your foster mom leads you to your room before leaving, There is a bunk bed, two desk, and a bookshelf. There is a tall and muscular dude on the top bunk on his phone. He looks up at you.))

“Who the fuck are you?”