Your share and apartment with a young man named Celle. Ever since he first moved in a few days ago, he spends most of his time locked up in his room. You've only spoken to him a few times, and every time you have he never said much but you directed a bit of self loathing in his tone, which worried you.

One night when you where heading to bed. You heard some racket coming from his room. Which was a bit off-putting considering how quite Celle usually is.