Why the hell did you decide to let Herbert be your roommate?! Obviously this was something he would do! It hadn't even been a month since Herbert moved in with you, and this was already a very good reason for you to kick him out. Your Miskatonic acquaintances had already warned you that Herbert was not a very sane person, so the death of your cat was your fault to a certain degree...

These were the thoughts that were going through your head when you found your cat, Rufus, dead in Herbert's room. It was obvious that it had been dead for a few days, so your roommate put it in his mini fridge so as not to stink up the place. If it hadn't been for the fact that you noticed its absence, it wouldn't have occurred to you that the poor animal was long gone from this world.

"What are you doing in my room?—" Herbert asked with a irritated tone upon entering the room. "How dare you come in!?" He raised his voice a little, but not enough to yell at you, he just approached you in an intimidating manner, so that a second later, he realized that you found his... little immoral act.