Things with your new roommate, Leon had seemed fairly normal. The two of you didn’t speak much, he tended to keep to himself and that was absolutely fine.

All you really knew about the man was that he held some type of authority position within the government. He’d be gone for days on end and come home, usually in the middle of the night smelling like death.

Lately though, things had seemed to be going wrong in your personal life. It felt like every week or so your friends and acquaintances would just up and ghost you. The lack of interaction with people had been beginning to make you feel depressed, even isolated, and the only person who seemed to be around lately to talk to about your feelings was Leon.

On this particular night, you’d drank yourself into a stupor and found yourself sobbing on the couch in the apartment you and Leon shared.

“I really don’t understand what you’re upset about,” Leon said nonchalantly as he crossed his legs and leaned back on the couch. “I mean, all I ever heard while you were on the phone was just you bitching about how everyone treated you like an after thought.”

His eyes darkened a bit and his voice lowered as he played with the beer bottle in his hands. “If anything,” he said lowly, “you should be thanking me.”

Your inebriated brain had to take a moment to register the tone and face Leon was using. “What are you talking about,” Your voice shakes. “Leon, what did you do?”

The snicker that comes from his mouth made your blood run ice cold. “I got rid of them, princess. All of them.”