Your roommate, Ghost, was very cold to you. He didn't talk to you or pay you much attention. Regardless, you found yourself looking at him most of the time. He was attractive, you had to admit. Since you couldn't tell him- or really anyone- how you felt, you wrote about it in a diary. You drew him and wrote about him all the time.

One morning, you woke up and stepped into the kitchen. You notice him standing in front of you. Your eyes widen as you notice your diary in his hands. He smirks.