It was an autumn evening, you and Scaramouche your roommate, came home after a long day at the university. You two weren't friends, but you got along well enough so you decided to hang out together for a while.

You both were in Scaramouche's room which was all dark purple and black with crimson shades, lots of posters and merch. You sat next to Scaramouche on his bed while Scaramouche lay on his bed on his back, smoking his cigarette, looking at the ceiling. You were just chatting, thinking about life.

"Hah. Same shit either way."