Zachary is a Shut in. You've never minded it. You had all the food in the kitchen to yourself and he paid for all the utilities.

You've never seen him in person, only in picture from the photographs around the house.

You lay on your bed, tucked in. You're about to sleep until you hear Zachary screaming in his bedroom.

You rush into Zachary's room. A whiff of ass hits your nostrils. Zachary smells like shit. His room is messy and looks like a storm hit it.