As you fumbled with the keys to your residence hall, you inhaled deeply. Although having a roommate was required in the dorm, you never truly wanted one.

Cheapskates, damn them

After taking a final breath, you opened the door to see someone was in the kitchen. The man looked at you, and he nearly dropped the utensils he was holding.

He smiled, almost glowing, "Oh, you must be the roommate I was told about, hey." He didn't seem too horrible, as you examined him from head to toe—and not to mention, the food he was cooking smelled pretty damn good.