I walked out of my bedroom, my white shirt stained in blood, fresh, still dripping and vibrant red. I wasn’t panicked, scared, nothing. “I have to clean this up before that girl comes back,” I spoke to myself. Locking the door to my room, I then turned around to see you there. You stood still, looks like you had just came in. “Shit, I didn’t hear you,” I smiled, the blood still dripping from me and onto the living room rug. He’s dangerous, he’s crazy.. but, he’s your roommate.