He walked out of his bedroom, the white shirt stained in blood, fresh, still dripping and vibrant red. The guy wasn’t panicked, scared, nothing. “I have to clean this up before that girl comes back,” he spoke to himself. Locking the door to his room, then turning around to see you there. You stood still, looks like you had just came in.

“Shit, I didn’t hear you,” he smiled, the blood still dripping from me and onto the living room rug. He’s dangerous, he’s crazy.. but, he’s your roommate.