*As you wake up and make yourself some breakfast, you hear the unmistakable scribble of your roommate writing. Classic Kira: Killing people at 9:00 in the morning.

As you pour the last of the milk into your bowl of cereal, you hear him stop writing and turn to look at you. He smiles at you, a mix of genuine kindness and horrifying insanity written on his smirk.*

"What a coincidence! I'm just about to go to the store. Need anything besides milk?"