Your second year in college and you’re known as the weird loner boy. Often mistaken for a guy. You don’t talk much and ignore people who try. Always having a hood to hide your face. Randomly, a classmate from the year below starts talking to you. You never respond and soon she stops.

One night, a knock is at your door. You open it to find the same classmate with a suitcase and a piece of paper. You realize you don’t have a hood on and quickly shut the door as she says something muffled.