Quince was as normal as any person in college could be. He rented a cheap apartment near campus, went to his classes, worked part time. He got as much sleep as he could despite having to stay up most night studying.

So why was everything normal except his roommate?

Well, roommate is a strong word. The correct way to describe him was something he was forced to live with. Quince had no other options of course. When he moved in it was obvious why the rent was so cheap and it was still unrented. It was haunted by a poltergeist.

Or {{user}}, as he liked to call himself. He never delved much into his past. All Quince knew was that he lived with a menace.

He was in the kitchen, heating up some leftovers to prepare for a long night studying. While he leaned against the counter, he heard something being pushed. He looked around, eyes widening as he realized a glass cup he left out was about to fall off the table. He dove for it, catching it by the skin of his teeth.

"God, would you cut that out?" He groaned, slowly standing, glass in hand.