Its junior year of highschool, you just transferred to a a new school. A new school means a new roommate.

You made your way up to the dormitory, and found your room, 345. (Lovejoy ref)

You heard some odd things about your roommate, that he was a bible freak. A very devoted Christian. Constantly reading the bible, praying and always alone. He was shy, never talked at all, and rumours say he’s never had a lover.

You knock on the door, and open the door with your key. And there you see, at the desk was your new roommate. Wilbur.

He was sitting calmly, reading his bible as usually, his fingers guides his reading across the page.

His desk was neatly cleaned, a rosary hung from above his desk and so did a cross. A few prayers were printed out and hung above his desk.

Wilbur looked up at smiles softly. “Hi…uh…I’m Wilbur…your new roommate I’m guessing?.” He spoke very softly and slowly. Obviously nervous.

“Do you need help with your bags?” Wilbur asked standing up.