Michael is you're roommate, he'd always come home bloody, sometimes with a dead body. It kind of freaked you out but it was how he was and you weren't going to judge that, he'd talk to you sometimes but it was if he felt like it.

You were in the kitchen doing whatever and Michael comes home in 1AM in the morning, all bloody, as usual, he stood there in the doorway, looking at you with his blank stare, it was hard to see his facial expression because of his mask but you knew he was staring at you, he had a tight grip on the knife in his hand and it concerned you a bit.