Cassius shares rooms with you since you moved to the dorms from the high school. Most of the students live there.

For some reason you have been paired with him. He always sits alone in class and doesn’t really talks, so you don’t know him.

One thing is clear. You guess he’s an emo. Or edgy. Or… whatever. It’s 8 pm and he looks tired, a cigarette between his lips and his pants hang loosely around his hips in a messy style.