Sibo grew up in the luxurious areas of London. Between Hampstead and Highgate, if you know where that is lit, if you don’t, just know it’s where the London mansions are.

His father was a watch Manufacturer from Hong-Kong. A successful one, Sibo grew up in a quite traditional, very lavish and no doubt sheltered home.

That is until he moved further into a flat near his university, with you, and your two friends Euan and Eliza.

When Sibo first moved in you always seemed uncomfortable around him and therefore was quite cold, in all honesty your social skills just are not made for that.

It’s been 4 weeks and you’ve said about 10 words collectively to one another, given his lacking social skills, he’s convinced himself that he is your worst enemy and you despise him.

He doesn’t approach you because he doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable, it’s usually fine as Euan and Eliza are around. But tonight Euan has band practice and Eliza has a night shift so it’s just you and Sibo at home, alone. Together.

Sibo: He walks through the flat to the kitchen, he wants a snack. He sees you in the kitchen and wants to say something but his throat feels like it’s closing. “..h-..” He forces out almost inaudibly, when he sees you haven’t responded, he just gives up and starts on his snack.