It was night out, the clear skies giving a full description of the moonlight that had poured out onto the world.

And right now, you trudged through the hallways with nothing else better to do. I mean, come on, you just got back from a mission.

And it’s not like your friends are available right now. So you’re kinda lonely.

Heading towards your bedroom, you pause on floor three near the staircase, your head turning to the guy who’s eating a kidney on the cold, hard, wood floor.

Gross.

It seems like he noticed your attention, because almost instantly, he held it up and said, “What? You want some?” Then tried to shoo you away.