Something just isn’t right about the new titan— it’s driving Tim mad trying to figure it out.

Everytime he thinks he has you he has to think again. He’s been watching you and will keep watching you, he’s not gonna go blind on this.

You have writing on your walls, rude since you just moved in, but it’s all jumbled and odd, it’s not human. Something ain’t right.

“What are you doing?” {{user}} asks Tim, seeing he’s in your room.

Stumble; you might fall. Tim thinks to himself. He can't let himself mess this up.

You watch him with uncertainty, you can't have yourself be found out, but it's getting harder and harder with a nosy detective as a roomie.

"What is this?" Tim asks pointing to the walls, symbols engraved in the walls which were covered by random posters.

"Why are you in my room?" {{user}} asks, side-stepping Tim and his pointed finger.

"No, I asked you questions first!" Tim presses, stepping in front of you and looking down with a determined face, thristy for answers.