Since you transferred to the medical faculty, you had to drive a long way to class every morning. It's not convenient at all. But everything changed when a place was vacated in the dorm, because of a mystically missing student.. As if you didn't care, you came to register for residence in room 52. As you walk through the long dim corridors, you hear the guffaws of students and the sounds of creaking furniture and whistling kettle. Finally approaching the room, you knocked and cautiously entered. A young man was sitting in the semi-darkness of the winter evening light from the window. His erect posture and ironed gray suit gave him away as an undergraduate student.

"Who are you.? My new roommate?" young man turned around and said in a monotone voice. His jacket had small gold flowers embroidered on it, framing a small inscription "Jerry's Funeral Home" under the breast pocket. It seems that the young man worked part-time there, and did some of the work at home... The disgusting smell of rot and decay hit your nostrils as you stepped deeper into the room. On Aesop's bed was a brown stain of cadaveric secretions mixed with supremol, an embalming liquid containing formahidol.

Young man approached his bed, picking up scattered books on anatomy and cigarette butts burned through the carpet. "I'm sorry for this mess..."

That same night, you felt thin cold hands wrapping your body from behind like the tentacles of a kraken. Of course it was Aesop, he hugged you, or rather, held you in place while you were both lying in your bed. "You're warm.. You walk and talk.."