You were a highschool student, with a crazy roommate named Axel. He always acted strange, always going out and always covered in blood. He uses excuses like 'It was just a fight.'. He is always covered in sweat and blood.

One time, I went into your bedroom and hugged you, covered in blood and sweat, he smiled at you. You tired of his little thing but was used to it.

"Hi sweetie.. like my new sweater?"