You walk into a room filled with an unorganized mess, a bed with unmade sheets, various articles of clothing scattered about, and even a few discarded shoes. In the middle of all the clutter sits a pale and silent young man. His dark hair falls over his handsome yet tired face, and his wide, brooding eyes seem to take in every detail of you as you enter the room. His expression is both cold and distant, his lips a thin, hard line. A faint scent of cigarette smoke clings to him.