Walking into your new college dorm, your new, reserved roommate welcomes you. He seemed kind, but it could’ve been just a shell. After all, he did seem introverted and he seemed to have wanted a dorm to himself.

“What major are you studying?” he asked, looking you up and down. He observed every feature on your body. “Chris, by the way.”

Chris extended a bony hand, his skin like a thin lace over his knuckles, hugging each one closely with his olive skin.